Quiet Autumn Mornings In London 🍂🍁

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Day 6/100 days of productivity [01.13.18] I didn’t complete any academic work today but I did take my dogs to the park, gave them a bath, and did my laundry. Some days, it’s about the small accomplishments.

“An honorable human relationship — that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word “love” — is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other. It is important to do this because it breaks down human self-delusion and isolation. It is important to do this because in doing so we do justice to our own complexity. It is important to do this because we can count on so few people to go that hard way with us. It isn’t that to have an honorable relationship with you, I have to understand everything, or tell you everything at once, or that I can know, beforehand, everything I need to tell you. It means that most of the time I am eager, longing for the possibility of telling you. That these possibilities may seem frightening, but not destructive, to me. That I feel strong enough to hear your tentative and groping words. That we both know we are trying, all the time, to extend the possibilities of truth between us. The possibility of life between us.”

— Adrienne Rich, from On Lies, Secrets & Silence (via violentwavesofemotion)

What a powerful closing statement

i post my study space every year because it changes drastically but for now this is my basic 2020 setup: a window near my desk, some semblance of organization, and always, always some coffee.

Bro İ hate being an academic they're making me write shit 😭 İ thought İ was just supposed to sit in an old chair smoke & say something french every now and then 😢

December 20, 2019 // Solstice Eve

i've seen this sometimes so i told myself yeah, why not. most of this are chaotic academia but still :)

dark/chaotic academia in my life:

waits for everyone to fall asleep and then opens the window and writes in the moonlight

no blood in their veins, just coffee and tea

writes letters at 2am

switches between hozier and dubstep

wastes hours while studying and then wonders why they always finish studying on late

greek gods as vines

is studying but than starts wondering about their next story

studies everywhere but not on the desk

sleep schedule? what is a sleep schedule

100 books to read but it's always "no i need more books"

pressed flowers between novels

homemade bookmarks

their life without candles would be a mistake

lights their room only with small lamps

wants to dress DA but always ends in black and white clothes

messy as fuck

poetry + badwords (chaotic academians only)

lies on the balcony and wonders about life

"shit i have the exam in four days i need to study" and ends up wasting the whole day claiming they "know almost everything, btw can study the night before the exam day"

selfish but not that much, just focused on writing, reading and their 2 friends

sniffs books

wants to take care about their mental health but ends watching the dead poet society

wants to take care about their mental health but then they remember they write

kills the best character they have ever created in the most suffering way possible

tons of jewelry

dirty glasses always

has 5 subject to study but ends up learning spainish on duolingo

watches their social life falling in the most passive way remembering they always had two friends while listening to achilles comes down and getting ready to read jane austen

empty cups everywhere

"what an amazing day to burn a church"

"what an amazing day to poison my aunt"

relates their relatives to book characters

wikipedia's list of cospiracy theories stan

starting desiring to take an horse, their lover, their books and run away from their family

still in love w the version they created in their mind of someone they met last summer because he was intelligent loved rock music and astronomy and they imagined a relationship with him doing stuff like reading together while laying in the grass

no insta because is antisocial

always goes to the royal palace of their town

books and sheets ruined by tears

sheets with coffee spots

black ink everywhere

tries to have a diary but it's just a notebook filled with flowers, pics, quotes, and pages with reflections about literally everything

scribbled books

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 small sanctuary in these trying times?