Caravaggio’s Hands In Various Paintings 🌙

The summer always makes me feel so lazy 😴

Classic Academia

Beige trench coat , wool sweaters, plaid skirts, think feminism fatale, but educated , sobbing in bed late at night over the secret history or dead poets society, tea with milk and sugar , subsequent tea strains.

sometimes i’m scared i won’t ever get to experience a once in a lifetime type of love

how to fall in love with life again

go cloud-gazing, lay down in the grass on a sunny day, or empty roads on a rainy day, stare up at the sky and let your mind wander.

read a book so complex that you don't understand anything, fill your arms with scrawled definitions.

writing poems and notes of kindness, hiding them for other people to find and pass along!

read passages of love in another language, untranslated and realise that love can surpass even the greatest of barriers.

find your favourite flower! hunt for it, research it, write an essay on why you love it and how much it means to you!

buy another copy of your favourite book, fill the pages with annotations and give it to a second hand shop for somebody else to experience it the way that you do.

fill a journal with moments of your life, even if you don't think they're very interesting.

listen to music whilst looking at the moon and stars, realising how beautiful life is.

visit an art gallery or a museum near you. become familiar with it, visit it until you know it inside out. make it your special place.

learn the little things about people, including yourself. find their favourite colour and why, find their music taste, their taste in books until you know them perfectly.

the small things! taking sips of warm beverages becomes the most comforting thing, closing your eyes for a moment on a bus and focusing on the lull of movement.

bake/cook your favourite treat. experiment and find the way that makes it taste simply ethereal.

enemies to lovers romance between me and myself

Things of bittersweet beauty:

empty perfume bottles

dead roses

deserted hallways

abandoned buildings

unsent letters

old photographs

everytime my seasonal depression kicks in i feel like persephone's mother watching her decend to hades, feeling the joy & hope draining from me with every minute darker the days get.

“you will always be fond of me. i represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.” ― the picture of dorian gray (oscar wilde)