nectar + ambrosia

earthy + dark academia // herbs + books // infj // edged with mist

[orcaraspberry]

rituals of the dark/earthy academic

- constantly pulling tiny vials out of the pockets of their trusty weathered jacket (no one knows what they’re for); collecting glass apothecary jars & bottling up home brewed herbal remedies - gathering to harvest from friends’ gardens; graciously sharing crates of their ripe plums or sun soaked strawberries, then filling up woven bags with generous helpings of fellow gardeners’ homegrown offerings in turn - misty forest walks to realign after a day of academic immersion; listening to the earth, following the river, feeling soil between bare toes - tending to a verdant windowsill garden; bundling organic, fresh cut mint + basil in brown string (to give to professors at the end of term) - watering a jungle of plants, afternoon lectures playing softly in the background - being involved in all campus sustainability initiatives; striving to be passionately well-educated on global environmental issues  - being known for hosting the best plantbased dinners - maintaining a vastly stocked tea-&-pottery-mug cupboard, coupled with an eerily accurate intuition for what tea any given person needs at any given moment - local supplier of natural vitamins + supplements to absolutely anyone who crosses their path

[domithanasia]

the only reason why ten year old girls are destroying stupidly overpriced products at sephora to make “skincare smoothies” is because they aren’t being given access to a yard with a variety of mud, sticks, rocks, puddles, and old ceramic planters to make potions in. the children yearn for the apothecary

[shisasan]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God [originally published 1905]

[mushroomsandfullmoons-deactivat]

today felt like a scene from a gloomy dark academia/ horror movie

[deviika]

Albert Camus

[thetabbybadger]

I love you pre-Autumn. I love you first chilly night after a hot day. I love you first crunchy leaves on the ground while the trees are still green. I love cicadas. I love you crickets. I love you dusk sneaking in earlier for the first time. I love you deep sigh of relief after summer.

[theorangepdf]

getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)

[inkskinned]

most of the time, it is okay. most of the time im grateful for the internet and social media and cell phones and and and. 

but sometimes, you see a little girl doing her makeup for twelve thousand instagram followers. she’s nine. sometimes you see a man breaking up with his girlfriend for youtube likes. sometimes you are standing in a room and are in the background of fifty snapchat stories but in nobody’s actual lives. 

it’s mostly okay. but so many of us grew up in a time where they basically ignored the internet while teaching us cursive in school. digital literacy was “don’t look at wikipedia”. none of us knew what the next generation was being set up to. we taught ourselves our own rules. many of us, it didn’t come soon.

it’s mostly okay. but the other day, i asked my freshman students: if you could, would you go back in time and take the internet away from yourself in middle school? if so, when do you think is the right time to be exposed to social media?

over and over: yes. yes. yes. i’d go back and never look up those skinny tips. i’d never spend so many weekends in the dark in communities that encouraged me to self-harm. i’d never lose my brother to radicals. i’d never, i’d never, i’d never again.

it’s mostly okay. i’m posting this on social media. but sometimes, you know. i wonder what exactly we’re doing.

[metamorphesque]

the unbearable heaviness of girlhood / Su Xinyu / Lucie Brock-Broido

[hungwy]

i come back from a book and its like how the hell are you people just going on like this. didnt you read the book with me. how is the real world so disconnected from the whole book world i just experienced

[abitofboth]

the relationship between a girl and her favourite mug is something that can be so personal

[orcaraspberry]

me, gazing lovingly at my beloved thrifted pottery mug on the windowsill

[mousemilf-deactivated20250508]

i think the aesthetic echo chamber created by tumblr is more dangerous than the political one bcs im self aware enough to kno my politics r radical but then me and the girlies are on here reblogging body horror and very weird erotic poetry and i get offline and interact w a real person and jokingly say something like fungus is tangibly divine in the way it facilitates the eternal dance of creation and destruction which is really creation as or by destruction and theyre like what the hell are you talking about freak. the aesthetic barrier between me and a girl in a vineyard vines tee is literally insurmountable. i find the trout to be a very nietzschean fish

[aaere]

i think we need to free ourselves from aesthetics it’s getting weird

[herbtea-deactivated20200707]

13/02/20

after studying in the library, i decided to walk through the quad at trinity college and realized how beautiful it looks when it’s snowing :’)

[soracities]

“As June runs into warm July I think of little else but you.”

— Wendy Cope, excerpt of “From June to December” (A Summer Villanelle)

[darknwilde]

what does one do with their life when all one wants to do is read and collect candles and wait for the rain

[albertserra]

movies arent even worth it anymore lets all play with chalk on the sidewalk