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felt like drawing some women and some bugs you know how it goes
Zuko.. Makes more sense when you remember he doesn’t get a lot of sleep. Like canonically he’s just so tired most of the time
When he was instantly nicer to Iroh after getting sick? That’s because he took a fucking nap
I should rewatch atla and take note of how stupid and/or angry he’s acting + how much sleep he got prior I think I’m onto something here I think I can statistically prove that Zuko is like this because he’s tired
This is Zuko
types of dark academics
classic dark academic: thrifts old books, drinks coffee, writes poetry when bored, visits museums, reads a lot, loves documentaries, loves languages, the teacher’s favourite.
nature-inspired dark academic: lots of plants in their room, pressed flowers, probably vegan, has a cat, wears glasses, loves tea, obsessed with biology, has a tight group of friends.
music-obsessed dark academic: always has their earphones with them, goes to concerts a lot, studies with music on, loves wearing a T-shirt+blazer combo, plays the piano or violin.
casual dark academic: wears regular jeans most of the time, loves studying, reads a lot of reference, probably is a youtuber, into science, loves thrifting, writes essays, good at art.
Muslim Dark Academia
- always wearing a dark coloured hijab
- long tweed coats, untucked blouses, loose plaid/suit pants
- trying to memorize as much of the Qur’an as possible
- studying the Golden Age of Islam
- learning about Abbas Ibn Firnas, Al-Jabr, and all the others who made breakthroughs that are now attributed to Western scholars
- studying your favourite verses of the Qur’an
- dreaming of visiting the different mosques around the world
- owning more copies of the Qur’an and it’s translation than you can count
- staying up late to study and praying qiyam in your study breaks
- listening to different tafsirs and lectures and taking your own notes on them
- dreaming of someday being able to visit Makkah and Madinah
- the scent of itr leaving a trail behind you to announce your presence
- memorizing great Muslim poetry and trying to write your own
- listening to Qur’an while you study and getting so wrapped up in the recitation you forget that you’re supposed to be studying
- debating the pros and cons of different reciters
- trying to learn as many dialects of Qur’anic arabic as you can
- falling asleep to your favourite recitation of Surah Mulk
with a lack of focus on poc in dark academia, i figured i’d provide some content with what i know best
Everyone that had an English teacher which revolutionized their lives and pulled them out of crippling depression(or any other serious situation) is into dark academia now.
I just NEEEED to walk barefoot through the dirt in a soft yellow dress, wandering my big backyard garden while I leave the dough to rise in my warm kitchen. There are hummingbirds coming and going from the feeder, and small white butterflies fluttering from the flower patch. I pick tomatoes ready to make for dinner. I close my eyes when the Sun touches my bare shoulders. Everything out here is alive.
dark academia; an aesthetic and literary genre based around romanticising academia. my personal motto is to just do what you like, don’t feel pressure to conform to anything, and respect each other.
It is a truth universally acknowlegded, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
listen we all love elizabeth bennet, but emma woodhouse is a bitch and i really respect that
Imagine: a forest clearing and a cottage. you’re drying herbs and your favorite record is playing on your record player. you’ve got muffins in the oven, and a gentle breeze is coming through the windows. you’re happy, and everything is right.
No, reading hasn't given me unrealistic expectations of romance. It has given me unrealistic expectations of friendship, and I think that's worse.
My brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.
I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”
He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral
And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it
I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning
*Enters a bookstore*
me to myself: be calm
The only problematic thing with e-books is that after I’ve finished them I can’t put them on my trophy shelf, like a serial killer.
‘history, huh? bet we could make some’ and ‘you don’t make it fucking easy. but i’m in love with you’ and ‘on purpose. i love him on purpose’ and ‘your spine is a ridge i’d die climbing’ and ‘you and me and history, remember?’ and ‘you love so much bigger than yourself, bigger than everything. i can’t believe how lucky i am to witness it- to be the one who gets to have it, and so much of it, is beyond luck and feels like fate’ and ‘you had the absolute audacity to love me back. can you believe it?’ and ‘have i told you lately that you’re brave?’ and ‘henry kisses his mouth over and over again and says quietly, “you are good.”’
ur twenties are weird. i have the priorities of a kindergartener again. i don’t know what in the hell is going on EVER. i like colors. i like soup. i want to take a nap
I think we need to talk about the under appreciated Window Seat fandom
I mean really? With the book shelves?
It’s like an alcove of happiness.
You want a whole row of individual seats? Fine, here you go.
Or how about a whole window bed for those snugglers out there.
Curtains.. Guys this one has curtains.
Seriously? This is basically a glass cube of bliss.
You can even get them with corners! Not enough corners? Okay.
Ba-BAM!! Corners for cocooning.
There’s also the Roman-esque themed seat for the historians out there.
If you don’t want to snuggle up in blankets with hot cocoa in this then I don’t even know why you’re on this planet. I mean dat stonework.
This one’s an entire rectangle. Just imagine all the cuddling that could happen in there. It’s practically a fortress.
This one’s fucking curved okay? it’s just chillin, up of the ground, and curved for your lounging convenience.
don’t like rectangles or square? Okay. Have a fucking trapezoid seat.