Whisper Of He Heart 

watching spirited away for the first time is like… being trapped in the melancholic atmosphere…. the tragic isolation and madness of no face….. feeling the same horrified smallness chihiro does.. the hopelessness of losing her misunderstanding but loving parents…… haku’s quiet betrayal, and the relief of finding out he really was a friend… the curiousity of kamaji’s boiler room, or yubaba’s decorated office…. the hope for lin to make it out of the bath house one day, the wonder of the shaddowy figures on the bus……. the world makes you feel so small and part of a true and rich world that you can only give a brief, passing glance before you must part from it, never knowing but wishing to one day see it again

“Talk nonsense, but talk your own nonsense, and I’ll kiss you for it. To go wrong in one’s own way is better than to go right in someone else’s.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

listening to pentagon’s violet is like crying into a lavender blanket as it rains outside

You are all of the things you love. You are the cluttered bookshelf that is piled high with worn, tired books. You are that delicate tea-cup that you have to clean by hand when everything else goes in the dishwasher. You are the moon and the sun. You are the flowers speckled with rain. You are the Earth and the people that live on it, with hearts of gold and diamonds in their eyes. You are the things that make you happy, that make you smile, those moments where time stops and you are left alone in space. You are all of the things you love, and if that's so, it means you love yourself, because you are yourself.

types of dark academia

classic academia: beige trench coats, wool sweaters. plaid skirts. think femme fatale, but educated. sobbing in bed late at night over the secret history or dead poets society. tea with milk and sugar. subsequent tea stains.

darkest academia: running through the rain, dimly lit by streetlights. brown tweed jackets, dress shoes. cold fingers and colder gazes. french-pressed black coffee, piping hot. dark, candlelit rooms with ancient wood floors/walls. 

light academia: white cable-knit sweaters, sparkly eyes and foggy glasses. going to art museums and falling in love with every portrait, every sculpture. caressing the petals of a rose, hearing the crinkle of leaves underfoot.

witchy academia: burning candles while reading or doing homework. black turtlenecks, velvet skirts. walking through the forest in autumn. passing a graveyard and feeling a greyish presence. waiting anxiously for samhain.

romantic academia: writing flowery poetry about someone you’ll never speak to (guilty oops). a cozy alizarin sweater, pleated skirts. slow dancing around your room to the beatles. curling up with warm, pallid cups of tea and a book.

scholarly academia: impeccable notes in class. leather bound bags crammed with textbooks and pens. lots of coffee with scones, and even more late nights. a wide vocabulary (that people constantly comment on). lives in the library.

theatre academia: shakespeare, all the time - quoting, reading, praying for a school production of a midsummer nights dream. or the crucible. memorizing lines in the wings. taking on your character’s traits, even outside the theater.

Hufflepuff: *trying to study*

Ravenclaw: *zooming across the floor by sliding in their socks*

Hufflepuff: Raven, why aren’t you studying for the test tomorrow?

Ravenclaw: *skidding* theRE’S A TEST TOMORROW??? *crashes into a bookcase*

classic lit hits different than modern lit not because modern lit lacks depth but because there’s something so incredible about reading something and knowing that hundreds of years before you people were living, breathing, loving, the same way you do now. like one hundred years ago someone read these same words and felt them and read them just as you do today, and you’re connected despite the times that separates you

Once you’ve met someone you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return

Give me pretentious characters with a questionable moral compass or give me death 

types of people: cities x study szn

london: brown leather book bags, windy walks to the library, writing with fountain pens, notes that are infused with the scent of cinnamon, history, architecture, afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows

tokyo: dot-paper notebooks, colour-coding notes with gel pens, studying + eating candy, setting up a diffuser for study times, beanbag chairs, minty lip balm, biology, fashion design, notes with lots of diagrams

paris: studying to the sounds of birds singing, taking well-deserved breaks by walking in the park, hair tied back with a pink ribbon, putting on a pair of round glasses, art, french literature, small neat writing

new york: writing notes in a high-rise apartment that smells of vanilla, almost illegible cursive handwriting, using little potted plants as paperweights, film analysis, mathematics, scribbles in the margins of textbooks

rome: revising classwork by fountains with gorgeous sculptures, reading small yellow-paged books, riding a hand-me-down bicycle to classes, ancient languages, physics, smelling of wild violets as you rush into the lecture hall

sydney: humming to yourself as you take notes, studying by a big window with a breathtaking view, or beside a fish tank where you can hear the water bubbling, cream soda, mechanical pencils, pleated skirts

theme requested by @positivespacepuppy & study playlists made by @playlistcenter !! click on the city that matches your study vibe to get an instrumental playlist :D