What Really Gets Me Is When You're Reading A Book And The Chapter Labels Have, Like, Vines Or Floral

the literature students

nights spent studying in the library, dozens of books piled on the desk before you

lingering in your favorite bookstore

debating with friends about your favorite authors

old books with faded bindings and handwritten notes in the margins

memorizing your favorite passages to recite back to yourself

overfilled bookshelves, volumes stacked on the floor by your bed

scribbling notes to yourself late at night, then trying to decipher them in the morning

beautiful handwriting scrawled across the page

worn out copies of your favorite books

wishing you could resurrect long-dead authors and poets

ribbon bookmarks tucked between pages

quotes by your favorite authors written on your walls

libraries with bookshelves that tower to the ceiling, books as far as the eye can see

carrying a book with you everywhere you go

fancy volumes with gilded edges

deep analysis, dissecting themes and diction and metaphor

leaning forward in your seat during class, eager to share your insights

researching your favorite authors, beginning to understand why they wrote how they did

handwritten copies of poems pinned up by your desk

the ache of finishing a particularly good book, knowing you’ll never read it for the first time again

annotating writing in your favorite pen

a sense of comfort anywhere you’re surrounded by books

This ain't getting better, Or is it?

The Phantom of the Opera (2004)

Design study for a chapel interior, Italy

La Seu Vella, Lleida, Catalonia. Photos by Adeline Gressin

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I searched for love in the heavens above.

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you know what we need? more young desi girl content

rebel girls in high school sneaking around corridors, skipping class instead going to waste time in the library. giggling in the dark corners as they dramatically recite the assigned text to each other, trying to make it more fun. making funny faces, communicating with each other with just a single look, gossiping in the classrooms and being terribly dramatic. acting out classic bollywood scenes during recess, trying to be serious but falling into fits of laughter as they sing songs off key. girls braiding each other's hair in the courtyard, trying out different styles that won't get them dress coded and in trouble. learning how to weave ribbons in and out of hair, becoming a master of the small piece of silk. teaching each other about herbal tricks and tips they stole from their grandmother. girls stopping to buy some ice cream on their way home from school, licking it all up before it melts as they walk hand in hand back home, legs and back aching from the weight of their school bags.