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[someone-studies-blog]

lots of little latin locution

a deo et rege - for god and king

a deo lux nostra - our light comes from god

absque labore nihil - nothing without hard work

amicis semper fidelis - always faithful to friends

audaces fortuna juvat - fortune favours the bold

carpe diem - seize the day

deus fortitudo mea - god is my strength

cherche et tu trouveras - seek and you will find

celer et audax - swift and bold

dulcius ex asperis - sweeter after difficulties

dum spiro spero - whilst i breathe, i hope

esse quam videra - to be, rather than to seem

facta non verba - deeds, not words

fides et justitia - faith and justice

fulminis instar - like lightning

in scentia veritas…. - in science truth

… in arte honestas - in art honour

in veritate victoria - victory in truth

magnum in parvo - much in little

memor esto - remember your ancestors

ne quid falsi - nothing false

nec elatus nec dejectus - never overjoyed nor dejected

nunquam non paratus - never unprepared 

perge sed caute - advance but cautiously

pro rege et patria - for king and country 

semper praecinctus - ever ready

studio sapientia crescit - wisdom grows by study

[dark-akademia]

Ethereal, almost ghostly.

— dark academia aesthetic

[dark-academics]

Have I ever told you about this French Canadian poet who wanted to escape to Paris using a flying boat to write and to live from his poetry but instead died in madness after being sent to an asylum at the age of 19? His name was Émile Nelligan and although he is considered one of the Cursed Poets (amongst the likes of Rimbaud and Keats) he is almost completely unknown today.

Interesting and fucking awful fact about him number one: he was so in love with poetry that his father used to cut the heating in his room until his fingers were too frozen to write

His father tried to ship him up to England to man-up which proved to be amazingly useless because the moment he saw the shores of London he jumped right back into the earliest ship to Montréal out of pure spite

He was aparently super shy and charismatic (or so they say, but come on how could he not) and wrote poetry to his friends, sisters and mother

Also, fun fact about him: he failed school twice before complety dropping out because he kept failing French which was the language that he spoke

After dropping out of school he joined a group of young poets and started receiving praise for his poetry at only 17, everyone was amazed at the beauty of his verses (“…music, music and nothing else!”) but he did not get to enjoy his newfound fame for very long as symptoms of his mental illness were already starting to make themselves known and by the time he turned 18, became increasingly impossible to ignore.

Of that, he would infamously say:

“I shall die mad, like Beaudelaire!”

[flores-et-dracones]

ένθεος (entheos) - full of the god, inspired, possessed

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yall should reblog this with your zodiac sign and the color you associate with it in the tags

[cigarrinhos]

         ₍ ✨ ₎ … elegant renaissance moodboard/icons

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[dali-daydreams]

The Last Words Of Famous Writers

When you’ve dedicated your life to words, it’s important to go out eloquently.

Ernest Hemingway: “Goodnight my kitten.” Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.

Jane Austen: “I want nothing but death.” In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.

J.M Barrie: “I can’t sleep.”

L. Frank Baum: “Now I can cross the shifting sands.”

Edgar Allan Poe: “Lord help my poor soul.”

Thomas Hobbes: “I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,”

Alfred Jarry: “I am dying…please, bring me a toothpick.”

Hunter S. Thompson: “Relax — this won’t hurt.”

Henrik Ibsen: “On the contrary!”

Anton Chekhov: “I haven’t had champagne for a long time.”

Mark Twain: “Good bye. If we meet—” Spoken to his daughter Clara.

Louisa May Alcott: “Is it not meningitis?” Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.

Jean Cocteau: “Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.”

Washington Irving: “I have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?”

Leo Tolstoy: “But the peasants…how do the peasants die?”

Hans Christian Andersen: “Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.”

Charles Dickens: “On the ground!” He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.

H.G. Wells: “Go away! I’m all right.” He didn’t know he was dying.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: “More light.”

W.C. Fields: “Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!” “Carlotta” was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.

Voltaire: “Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.” When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.

Dylan Thomas: “I’ve had 18 straight whiskies…I think that’s the record.”

George Bernard Shaw: “Dying is easy, comedy is hard.”

Henry David Thoreau: “Moose…Indian.”

James Joyce: “Does nobody understand?”

Oscar Wilde: “Either the wallpaper goes, or I do.” 

Bob Hope: “Surprise me.” He was responding to his wife asking where he wanted to be buried.

Roald Dahl’s last words are commonly believed to be “you know, I’m not frightened. It’s just that I will miss you all so much!” which are the perfect last words. But, after he appeared to fall unconscious, a nurse injected him with morphine to ease his passing. His actual last words were a whispered “ow, fuck”

Salvador Dali hoped his last words would be “I do not believe in my death,” but instead, they were actually, “Where is my clock?”

Emily Dickinson: “I must go in, the fog is rising.”

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i want to be kissed in a rose garden

[latinoking]

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A fruit market and a tea house Darband, Iran | A. Abbas (1997)

[there-is-still-some-liquor-left]

when welcome to night vale said: “Sleep heavily and know that I am here with you. The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first, and settles in as the gentle present. This now, this us, we can cope with that. We can do this together you and I.”

[archimaps]

The southern gate of the Koenigsportal, Szczecin

[fennelore]

[brownbees]

georgian buildings, 18th century oil paintings, bikes with baskets, going to bakeries at 9am, 30 year old leather oxfords, new sketchbooks and watercolour paints, violins, organs, flutes, century old sheet music, concert halls, marble fireplaces, warm rooms, coffee shops at 5pm, oak furniture, and fabric bookmarks, rb if u agree

[sakurabreeze]

“They hurried round the corner of the wood, Pooh making welcoming noises all the way. ‘Why, here is Eeyore,’ said Pooh. 'Hallo, Eeyore.’ 'Same to you, Pooh Bear, and twice on Thursdays,’ said Eeyore.”

— A.A.Milne

[mariamademyday]

Favorite Dorm Rooms/Apartments from the Movies 5/25

Lucien Carr’s Dorm Room (Kill Your Darlings;2013)

Don’t even know how a pain-in-the-ass-soon-to-be-expelled student was allowed to have the room with the grandest window.

[artfoli]

Detail of Sleeping Girl, 1620, by Domenico Fetti (1589-1623)