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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

*climbs out of a hole*

ITS OCTOBER AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

*just throws on a red gnome hat and royal blue cape and proceeds to run into the woods after jumping over a wall in a graveyard and rolling down a hill and into a lake* tImE tO gEt lOsT

Bucharest, Romania 2021//outside a gallery of art

have to thank tumblr for romanticizing absolutely everything. i'll be washing dishes and peeling oranges thinking of love languages its insane

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

My relationship with time is complicated. I either feel like four hours is two minutes or I feel like five minutes is twelve hours. Months don't make sense because some of them feel like they take four months and others don't feel like months at all. I could've sworn I was 16 eight years ago and I feel like I've been alive at least 74 years and this month doesn't feel like January because I'm still in the same mental state as I was in November.

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

'The Lady of the Lake' by Walter Scott (published in 1810)

'Secrets of the Stars' by Inez N. McFee (published in 1922)