lamia

23 | she/her | english literature graduate | theatre and watercolor lover | infp-t

[flowerytale]

[autismfox]

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from A Room of One’s Own

[exhaled-spirals]

“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”

— George Eliot, letter to Miss Lewis, Oct. 1, 1841. From George Eliot’s Life, as Related in Her Letters and Journals

[theoceanislikeyou]

Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace

[torsamors-deactivated20250510]

October

L.M. Montgomery - Anne of Avonlea, Carole Maso - The Art Lover, Louise Gluck - Averno: "October," Leif Enger - Peace Like a River, Van Gogh - Avenue of Poplars in Autumn, Personal Photo, Mary Oliver - Song for Autumn, Dulce María Loynaz – Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems (tr. James O’Conner), A screenshot from Over the Garden Wall, Carol Bishop Hipps - "October," Angela Carter - Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories, Personal Photo, Cy Twombly - Autumn, Rainer Maria Rilke - "Autumn," Alejandra Pizarnik - Extracting the Stone of Madness (Tr. Yvette Siegnert)

[moviecapss]

[micromontage]

bro thinks hes got plany off time 💀

[allsadnshit]

"Growing Around Grief"

Lois Tonkin, 1996

[eternal--return]

This is the most important thing I’ve learned about grieving. It never goes away. Time doesn’t make it smaller. Time, if you do the work, makes you bigger. Self expansion is key. Self expansion through creativity and passion and communication. My grief used to be all of me. Now it is a part of me. An important part, but just a part. I love this visualization so much.

[gentlier]

Every time I feel like I’ve got a grasp on this whole being an English major thing, I get hit with a text where every fifth word is a piece of jargon that is imprecisely translated—which is something I actually read in the translator notes—from another language that doesn’t have an English equivalent, and I have to read 100 pages of it by Thursday and have smart things to say about it in class. I can’t even say “I understand all of these words individually” because that would be a lie.

[comet-halleyy]

perpetually torn between:

taking classic literature seriously and over analysing every detail so that I can deeply understand themes, motifs and references and absorb every poetic quote into my being OR treating classics as if they were just silly little stories about silly little gay people doing the most weird, unhinged and out of context shit ever (which they are)

[gentlier]

As an English major, I assure you that you can do both simultaneously!

[luulamia]

as another english major, i can guarantee you that some of my profs are doing exactly this!

[featheredstudies]

2023.07.30 // 16:24 summer sun, summer sunsets, summer reading… i love the great lakes

pic: manistee co., mich.

[fatimazainab]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[luulamia]

she’s so me. i also constantly think about the old versions of myself and how i’ve changed in every way in a depressed way

[lostfunzones]

Original Edwardian era, embossed postcard. Artist: Helena Maguire Date: 1902

[luulamia]

cats used to go to war and fight. now all they do is to lay down or terrorise humans

[chillpotato]

Carlie Hoffman, from "High Bridge Park"

[anarchistfrogposting]

The whole “scientists use big words on purpose to be exclusive” is such a bunch of anti-intellectual bullshit. Specific and concise language exists for a reason; you need the right words to convey the right meaning, and explaining stuff right is a hugely important part of science. Cultures that live around loads of snow have loads of words to describe different types of snow; cultures that live in deserts have loads of words to describe different types of sand. Complex language is needed for complex meaning.

[lionofchaeronea]

Cashmere, John Singer Sargent, 1908