Chaotic desi academia
Dirt on your long white socks, buses with no space to breathe, studying into the late hours of night, and living in the day, getting into trouble with teachers and bunking classes just to stray.
Mike Driver
cherry valley forever
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Today's Document
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Origami Around
trying on a metaphor
styofa doing anything
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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shark vs the universe

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Chaotic desi academia
Dirt on your long white socks, buses with no space to breathe, studying into the late hours of night, and living in the day, getting into trouble with teachers and bunking classes just to stray.
love letters 💌
“The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.”
— - Anaïs Nin
Pretty nightlights in solvang~~
Forbidden Books (1897) by Alexander M. Rossi (British, 1840–1916).
19|04|21
Still proofreading my paper. Who else gets so caught up in their thoughts while writing that sentences end up being totally nonsensical?! Anyone?
Today my last semester started. As I’m done with my curriculum, I don’t necessarily need to go to classes anymore; but I’m so genuinely interested in theology and my faculty was offering so many great seminars... I signed up for four additional courses. Plus I’m doing an extra program on sustainability. Hopefully I still manage to write my last paper and my thesis in time.
Deep into the forest, Snowdrops, everywhere, Still snowdrops by Viktor Sági
detail of hands from guercino’s the return of the prodigal son (1619)
100 Days of Productivity :: Day 03
Happy Monday! I was doodling this morning as a form of meditation. I follow this channel on YT loosely for inspiration! After that, I got to planning my week. I used to plan the entire week in one go but I prefer the flexibility of planning just a few days first and then moving forward with adjustments for the latter half of the week. 🌿
Urban academia.
Breath in the the heavy air, look at the towering buildings above you and listen to the clacking of computers; everyone walks just as fast as everything moves.
This is my love language 🙊
Rereading all of her letters and cards because I miss her so much and she’s so far away 🥲
no, i don’t have a “dream job.” i want to spend my days reading and writing and lazing in the afternoon sun. i want to bake bread and brownies and apple crumble. i want to grow my own vegetables and plant a rainbow of flowers. i want to be with nature. i want to be at peace.
no, i don’t have a “dream job.” i want to spend my days reading and writing and lazing in the afternoon sun. i want to bake bread and brownies and apple crumble. i want to grow my own vegetables and plant a rainbow of flowers. i want to be with nature. i want to be at peace.
IN MY ARMS: embraces in art
Eva Antonini / Peter Wever / Holly Warburton / Alisher Kushakov / Salman Toor / Briony Marshall / Alisher Kushakov / Edvard Munch / Jurga Martin
Jan van Goyen - sketchbook pages
Michael Royce “Night Moth” tufted acrylic yarn on monks cloth 2019
poetry from ny times
[ID: A screenshot of black text on a white background that reads, “Astronomers say they have heard the sound of a black hole singing. And what it is singing, and perhaps has been singing for more than two billion years, they say,” The text cuts off here. End./]