I have the sudden urge to just cut contact with everyone I know, and to become a mysterious person who everyone is curious about , but they dont know anything about me.
I want to be seen walking through the rain on a Thursday evening with my trenchcoat and purple scarf, headed to the bookshelf, where I can sit and look brooding while reading the many used books.
I want to then disappear, and no one sees me leave. I want to be a mystery. I want people to wonder, "who is that? And why are they here?"
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.
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male nude - gustav klimt (1880) // 9x01 // the dying gladiator - pierre julian (1799) // patroclus - jacques-louis david (1780) // 9x03 // male back with flag - michelangelo (1504)
half of me finishes a book within 6-12 consecutive hours and the other half of me takes roughly six months.
mental health reminder: sometimes you have make yourself drink water and sit in direct sunlight like a wilted houseplant 🌱 🌳
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That time of year
my favorite mushroom finds of 2020
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visit the beach, strolling along the sand with a battered paperback in your hands
like a page in your scrapbook with ribbons, beautiful calligraphy and moments that make you smile
write poetry about somebody you've never met before
learn how to perfectly make your favourite drink, practise until you couldn't possibly make it better
write as many letters as you can - to your past self, future self, future friends or lovers - whoever you like
learn phrases that you think are beautiful in another language, even if you don't learn the whole language
overanalyse every book you read, or, only read it once! allow it to hold on to your heart rather than your head
make art with no thought to it, bold strokes, soft pencil marks, whatever speaks to you
dance around your room alone to slow songs and realise you are truly lovely, my dear