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
chaotic academia, pinterest
I searched for love in the heavens above.
Things of bittersweet beauty:
empty perfume bottles
dead roses
deserted hallways
abandoned buildings
unsent letters
old photographs
“my child is fine” your child romanticizes getting lost in a forest.
I actually went out and socialised today 😌
This is the only tiktok you'll ever need, I've made about 13 of these and I'm not stopping anytime soon
male nude - gustav klimt (1880) // 9x01 // the dying gladiator - pierre julian (1799) // patroclus - jacques-louis david (1780) // 9x03 // male back with flag - michelangelo (1504)
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
felt like drawing some women and some bugs you know how it goes