A heart’s a heavy burden to bear
dark and gloomy clouds, the quiet before storm, smell of the air right before the first drops fall, open window, cozy unmade bed with bedsheets smelling of cuddles and warmth, soft whispers of ‘i love yous’ and kisses lost in your hair
Stress about a project for weeks, but not actually do it until the night before.
How to survive paper deadlines, Ghibli-style.
for the longest time, it feels like i have been trying to make sense of life but now i see there is no sense to be made, only life to be lived. there is no set purpose to fulfill, there are no checklists to complete, just an ephemeral moment to breathe, to love, to be kind, to feel. life is in all the simple, little things that we so often overlook. uncomplicate your heart. be here, be present, embrace your own journey. there is so much beauty and wonder to be found right where you are.
If I could live forever and not worry about anything or anyone I would simply learn everything there was to learn about the world. I would attend random classes and study everyday about different subjects. I'd learn architecture and anatomy and astronomy and learn all the languages I could. I would study geography and herbology. I would write novels about everything I've learnt and pass my knowledge onto the future generations.
Tha fact that Dostoevskij HAD to point out that Raskol'nikov is hot af in the first chapter of Crime and punishment speaks to me on a spiritual level.
Gryffindor: cold nights, rocks, watching the sunset, red lipstick, leather jackets, motorcycles, croissants, light dresses, long hair, summer rains
Hufflepuff: plain T-shirt’s, sharks, wildflowers, braids, ponies, kisses on the cheek, cats, morning sunshine, old cities, indie music, cabins in the woods, the sea
Ravenclaw: castles, libraries, boots, rooftops, sunrises, shampoo, pale skin, tea, crows, blue eyes, sweaters, silently swearing, smell of perfume, fresh fruits
Slytherin: white long dresses, woods, dancing, long songs, blonde hair, suits, red lipstick on a paper towel, hot showers, museums, scratches and bruises, coffee, dark nights
In a good bookroom you feel in some mysterious way that you are absorbing the wisdom contained in all the books through your skin, without even opening them.
- Mark Twain
A/N: Not a request, but I thought we all need a pick-me-up today. Enjoy everyone, and feel free to request anything you’d like to see me write about ~
Seriously, do you realize how aesthetically pleasing the common room is?
I mean, like the blues and bronze made you feel like freakin’ royalty once you walk in
the most musical of the the common rooms - there’s soft sound of choir singing because of the magic, and the blue hues really calms you down REAL fast
I am 100% SURE that there’s AROMATHERAPY going on inside the common room:
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Alternate universe where I literally just to go to school forever (for free) so I can just learn about art and literature and history and languages for 100 years. No job skills. No credit requirements. No student loans. Just learning.