Academia-wannabe - I Don’t Know What I’m Doing

‘Pomegranates, Majorca’ by John Singer Sargent (american, 1856 - 1925)

aesthetic for @mathemaphia

the glide of a fountain pen across paper

wanting to understand the world and your place in it

an organized desk, everything in its place

finding satisfaction in the precision of mathematics

a freshly steeped cup of tea with fragrant steam

your favorite tea mug set out on your desk

splotches of ink on your hands, worn like badges of honor

always hungry for knowledge, eager to know more about everything

books that make you contemplate your own existence

novels by kafka by your bed

using math as a lens through which to decipher the world and its rules

gazing out the window on long car rides

language textbooks - french, german, korean - stacked by your desk

finding order and patterns in the world 

a contemplative soul, mulling over big philosophical ideas

pages filled with long strings of calculations

muttering verb conjugations as you work on memorization

wanting everyone to see beauty in math the way you do, even though it’s considered a frightening subject

researching your favorite authors

studying language, shaping your mouth around unfamiliar words

The Phantom of the Opera (2004)

oddly romantic things i want

to be sat after a long day at the beach, close to them, hair salty with sea water and just know that i'm loved

waking up before them and just hearing them breathe quietly, being able to cuddle close and fall asleep again

running in the rain and not having to worry about anything important

watching the sunrise together

such a tight hug that i don't ever want to let go

getting a song sent with the message "it made me think of you"

them doing my eyeliner for me

reading aloud in the summer evening glow

slow dance by the fireplace

sitting in a parked car, holding hands, as we watch the sunset

Tiny Hornet Fimo Figure-

I recently got some moss and started growing it in a small container (that my followers on Instagram named Fern). And after silk song I couldn’t stop thinking about moss grotto.

So I added a little Hornet-

She is extremely tiny, can fit on top of my finger tip

Still really fun to make

Maybe I’ll add a little cage like in the trailer, and also a little ghost to a company her :)

how to participate in romantic academia

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

And — I suppose he fell in love with the moon because she kissed his pianic fingers and shone light upon every key he played when everyone else refused to listen to his sonata.

Dainea S. Jules

Little Women (dir. Gillian Armstrong, 1994)

feeling some dark academia vibes today *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡.｡.:*･'*ﾟ*'･*:.｡.｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*