the literature students
nights spent studying in the library, dozens of books piled on the desk before you
lingering in your favorite bookstore
debating with friends about your favorite authors
old books with faded bindings and handwritten notes in the margins
memorizing your favorite passages to recite back to yourself
overfilled bookshelves, volumes stacked on the floor by your bed
scribbling notes to yourself late at night, then trying to decipher them in the morning
beautiful handwriting scrawled across the page
worn out copies of your favorite books
wishing you could resurrect long-dead authors and poets
ribbon bookmarks tucked between pages
quotes by your favorite authors written on your walls
libraries with bookshelves that tower to the ceiling, books as far as the eye can see
carrying a book with you everywhere you go
fancy volumes with gilded edges
deep analysis, dissecting themes and diction and metaphor
leaning forward in your seat during class, eager to share your insights
researching your favorite authors, beginning to understand why they wrote how they did
handwritten copies of poems pinned up by your desk
the ache of finishing a particularly good book, knowing you’ll never read it for the first time again
annotating writing in your favorite pen
a sense of comfort anywhere you’re surrounded by books
i wish we had dictionaries with poetic definitions in them. what is life? what is death? what is love? what is hate? tell me what it means in beautiful verses.
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When I realised that changing myself for anyone wasn’t necessary and only made me waste my own energy I decided to stop that. After that it shows how they don’t need you anymore. And that’s what I changed in 2021. I want to do what I want. I don’t want the ‘what if someone judges me?’ mindset. I want to read books, get enthusiastic about history, watch movies all alone. Society doesn’t want me to watch movies alone? Good for society, I don’t care anymore. I want to live my life the best way only I can imagine. I want to be there for the people I truly love. That’s the whole thing this year and I’ll keep that up.
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“...the stars always shine brighter reflected in your eyes...”
The Louvre
Paris, France
(Prints on Redbubble)
Over the Garden Wall
Led by the mist by the milk-light of moon, all that was lost is revealed. Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring, but where shall we go, and where shall we end? If dreams can’t come true, then why not pretend?
Little Women (1994)
Green Tree by Robb Chapman