Ancient Greek Notes And Current Reads

how to fall in love with life again

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.

- louise glück

can someone just serenade me with shakespeare sonnets and maybe kiss my hand idk

Fyodor Dostoevsky's manuscript draft of The Brothers Karamazov. via twitter

aesthetic for @vincasofvitya​

the color of aged parchment

brief sketches and diagrams in the margins of your physics homework

swaying alone to your favorite songs

keeping a book in your backpack at all times

parabolas and trajectories drawn in a few concise strokes of your pen

reading in the dappled shade of an old tree

valuing your independence over approval from those around you

the feeling of meeting someone with whom your soul connects

expressing emotion through writing, organizing your thoughts by letting them flow from your pen

working independently, analyzing a problem until it makes sense

scratch paper covered in chemical diagrams

unsent letters, collecting dust

wandering through an art museum, absorbing the beauty and grandeur of it all

mastering concepts in a way that makes sense to you

trusting yourself first and others second

wearing your heart on your sleeve, unashamed of your emotions

envelopes sealed in wax

ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: @ᴄʀʏʟɪᴄᴀ

What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

John Keats in Rome

07.02.2021 | francesca alexander in the biblioteca nazionale centrale di firenze and angelica kauffman, self portrait as the muse of painting, in the uffizi