Academia-wannabe - I Don’t Know What I’m Doing

Do you ever think about how many of the items now considered priceless artifacts were once commonplace items? The coins we now marvel at from behind the glass at a museum were once tossed around, stepped on, and traded around. The pottery painstakingly pieced back together was somebody’s favorite wine jug. The decorative pin now rusted and bent once held together the shoulder of someone’s chiton. History is simply a trail of ordinary people going about their day, and I think there’s an odd sort of beauty in that.

"A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free."

-Arthur Schopenhauer

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‘Pomegranates, Majorca’ by John Singer Sargent (american, 1856 - 1925)

Reading by the window while it rains

rainy day ⛈️

“fuck you my child is fine” your child spends hours fantasising about living in a victorian mansion with a huge library and dozens of secret passages

Books printed and bound between 1547-1687 from my personal collection  

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enemies to lovers romance between me and myself

it’s a very greek idea, and a very profound one.