𝔈𝔩𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔵

she/her

[becherdireinen]

the universe has a plan for you, even if you can't see it yet.

[anxietyproblem]

[cattuladaily]

People complain about the fandomification of classic (in its broader sense) lit and I get what they mean up to a point (like it's very annoying when people make it all about shipping or refuse to understand cultural context/twist it to make their fave blorbo look better etc) but on the other hand the amount of classic lit I've read while screaming crying throwing up only to then being able to talk about it in the most dry ass academic tone possible is very big and its very refreshing to be able to yell about how Ishmael Mobydick is my depression creature and I love him unconditionally

[bethanydelleman]

This reminds me of the "no not like that" meme.

You can't complain that no one reads classic lit and then get mad that they read it wrong. Let people feel their feelings.

Unless you're early 19th century gentry, you are never going to completely understand the social context of Jane Austen's works, and that's okay. It's literature because it stands the test of time and different social contexts.

[fairydrowning]

"Happiness is in the quiet, ordinary things. A table, a chair, a book with a paper-knife stuck between the pages. And the petal falling from the rose, and the light flickering as we sit silent."

– Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[graffiti-minds]

“All things seem possible in the month of may”- Edwin Way Teale.

[bladaroza]

the fact that love is everywhere ! its in heart shaped lockets. in blushed rosy cheeks. its in antique porcelain teacups passed down from mother to daughter. in handwritten love letters. its in homemade sugarcookies. in art, literature and history. in our hearts, always and for ever.

[alevel-litcurator]

Frankenstein and Handmaids: objects in frames

‘Atwood’s two dedications, three epigraphs and the pseudo-factual historical notes act as a frame around an enclosed space, presenting Offred as an object.’ (x, script A)

Similarly, the framing nature of the epistolary letters in Frankenstein act as a frame around which to present the warnings for the future Mary Shelley incites with her science fiction themes.

The Romantic hero reflects this framework, with the centralising of the self over all else. The rest of the world acts as a frame around an idealised identity. In Handmaids, this is Offred trying desperately to remember her old world before Gilead, and in Frankenstein this is Victor’s rise from ambitious student to failure.

[elizabx]

crafted a poem last week x. <3

[elizabx]

~ Franz Kafka ♡

@embercoffee (we haven't been active here for a while, thought i should tag you too x)

[peacefulandcozy]

Instagram credit: thenovelacademy

[elizabx]

😍😍🤎🤎

[flowerytale]

Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre”

[elizabx]

I need to read this book asap!! ❤

@embercoffee

[princesskuragina]

I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

[elizabx]

my daily schedule :)

[strawbeb]

the intimacy of reading while someone you love sits close to you, reading their own book, being so comfortable with each other that it feels natural, like you’re truly home

[elizabx]

Home is wherever I'm with you ♡

[thewildetyme]

Kill Your Darlings (2013 film)

[elizabx]

relatable?!

[lightningboltkisses]

come see what flower you are bc while the world is dark u deserve to be told u are bright and beautiful 

[elizabx]

@embercoffee dedicated to you x 😊

[elizabx]

just a few words, spilt on paper.. <3

INSANE LOVER

We sank into the meadows laying our heads back,

How often I wonder what stars we had;

The touch of your finger tip reminds me of the green,

How awful it is to think of the deep.

The days were never gay to dance,

It is undeniable, how uncertain the unknown was—

You might call me an insane lover,

How I shall still wait for that day to come over.

She was a lover to the lover made me think,

How I was always no one in between.

You never showed me the light even when I had stepped into the obscure—

How I wish we both were together someday, running across the moor.

The lusty greens were a pleasant present to the eyes,

How I only dreamt of kissing you twice.

I was screaming in silence when no one was around,

Oh how my heart aches each time I think of you— so profound.

[persephonediary]

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

— Emily Jane Brontë , Wuthering Heights

[elizabx]

This quote never gets old tbh. ♡