Of Inky Skies And Warm Nostalgia

First year PhD student. A lover of spices, sunsets, and solitude.

[katarinastudies]

21/02/2024

the last semester of my bachelors degree begins :’)

ft. my attempt at latte art (not the bottom pic of course)

[alexistudies]

omg your latte art turned out so good!! i could never

[lottiestudying]

27.04.2024—i cry a lot but im so productive 🤪 ✨it’s an art ✨

[academia-lucifer]

@academia-lucifer

[lovesdaya]

@lovesdaya

[friendly-neighbourhood-librarian]

I walked on and on until twilight had deepened into a moonlit autumn night. I was alone but not lonely.

—Anne Shirley, Anne of Windy Poplars by L. M. Montgomery

[cerleansky]

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

~Edit~

Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.

I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.

This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.

That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.

[cerleansky]

My therapist was so real for saying the meaning of life is found in connection.

People hug their friends when they meet up and hug them a little tighter when it comes time to say goodbye. My grandfather rebuilt the broken rocking horse my grandmother had as a child, a gift from her father. There's an indescribable ache that goes along with seeing someone you used to know intimately, the becoming of a common stranger. Coincidences that bind, one time I got an uber and the driver used to live in my home before me. It was the last place he saw his father alive as a child and he nearly cried when I told him the walls were still the same colour.

Has anyone ever gotten over their childhood best friend? Is that alone not a testament to the fact we are more than blood and bones.

It's all about connection, friends.

[remanence-of-love]

[not-withoutyou]

the underrated romance of a little kiss on the shoulder :(

[emm-ninety7]

eye contact is a game only a few know how to play

[sweet-spoiled-deactivated202312]

half of your beauty comes from the way you speak

[ashstfu]

my internal monologue is better than any podcast. wish you guys could hear this shit

[metamorphesque]

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

[muhtesemz]

যদি আর-কারে ভালোবাস

যদি আর ফিরে নাহি আস

তবে তুমি যাহা চাও, তাই যেন পাও

আমি যত দুখ পাই গো

If, elsewhere you find your Love

If, to me you never return

May you get what your heart desires

And I shall bear all the sorrows

That which my heart desires.

- Rabindranath Tagore

[glittercallisto19-deactivated20]

Heartbreak hurts so much because you're experiencing every negative emotion at once. You're literally feeling rejection, anger, disappointment, abandonment, grief and embarrassment all in one go. No wonder you feel like you're about to shatter into a million pieces.

[yourdarlingdaisy916]

“Intimacy is not who you let touch your genitalia. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.”

—

[givemearmstopraywith]

we are so obsessed with beauty that we forget that love has nothing to do with beauty. love doesn’t presuppose beauty: love creates it. beauty is a finite thing, love is not. beauty cannot come before love, but love makes anything beautiful.