Light Academia Girl

ravenclaw. enfp. hopeless romantic. literature fanatic. in love with ancient culture. language learner. soft.

[flowerytale]

Robert Goolrick, from The End of the World as We Know It: Scenes from a Life

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Haruki Marukami

[metamorphesque]

art parallels jeremy lipking, federico zandomeneghi, serge marshennikov, allan douglas davidson, svetlana tartakovska

[hungryfictions]

sandra cisneros, the house on mango street / tatyana nilovna yablonskaya - morning, 1954 / anatoly levitin- warm day, 1957 / harry sutton palmer - a cottage garden, 20th c. / phoebe bridgers, i know the end / sarah abraham - one fine morning, 2013 / theo gosselin - denver morning 5, 2015 / gaston bachelard, the poetics of space / federico zandomeneghi - in bed, 1878 / laura ingalls wilder /colley wisson- morning light kyneton australia, 21st c. / @gabi_wahl on instagram / lauren jolly roberts - cecile’s garden, 2006 / maya angelou, all god’s children need traveling shoes

[resqectable]

“So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.”

— R. Arnold

[dustyheartmug]

thinking about the casual intimacy of showing someone you love an unfinished work of art, the underlying message saying, i trust you with my unpolished heart

[chaotic-bi-bliophile-deactivate]

once again why did we let masquerade balls and handwritten letters and heart lockets and daggers strapped to thighs go out of fashion

[eevaughnricotta]

“my child is fine” honey your child thinks orpheus won’t turn around this time

[russiansappho]

Oh, to be a sapphic couple in Ancient Greece!

“For the rose, ho, the rose! is the eye of the flowers,

Is the blush of the meadows that feel themselves fair,--

Is the lightning of beauty, that strikes through the bowers

On pale lovers who sit in the glow unaware.”

~ “Song of the Rose” by Sappho

Translated by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Paintings:

Francis Davis Millet - An Autumn Idyll, 1892

Henry Thomas Schaefer - A Basket of Roses, Grecian Girls, 1890

[thus-said-the-soul]

“Delight me with celestial things, for I am tired of earthly chores.”

Latin: Delecta me cum caeleste, quod sum lassa terrae munerum.

Greek: τέρπου ἐμέ μετά τοῦ οὐράνίου, διά ταλαιπώρου τῶν ἐπίγειου πονῶν.

—Amber Fossey, Be Wild Be Free (2020)

[theancientworld]

I hate and I love. Why do I do this, perhaps you ask.

I do not know, but I feel it happening and I am tormented.

Catallus 85

[pocketful-of-poesy]

Sophokles, Elektra, trans. Anne Carson

[stiles-parker]

Guys guys you're going to want to hear this:

I just had a revelation while reading the Iliad:

In The Last Olympian, Silena poses as Clarrise by wearing her armor in order to rally the troops (specifically the Ares cabin if I recall correctly).

In the Iliad, Patroclus poses as Achillies by wearing his armor in order to lead the Greeks into battle.

In The Last Olympian, Silena is killed by the Drakon.

In the Iliad, Patroclus is killed by Hector.

In The Last Olympian, Clarrise becomes enraged and fights the drakon to avenge Silena.

In the Iliad, Achilles gets enraged and goes to kill Hector to avenge Patroclus.

In The Last Olympian, Clarrise finds the one weak spot in the drakon's armor and stabs it with her electric spear and kills it.

In the Iliad, Achillies finds the one weak spot in Hector's very good armor and cuts his neck, killing him.

In The Last Olympian, Clarrise threads a rope or a chain through the drakon's eye sockets and drags the carcass behind her chariot.

In the Iliad, Achilles threads ox-hide cord through (yes, I said through, he makes holes) Hector's ankles and heels and drags his body behind his chariot.

In conclusion, Rick Riordan wrote this scene with Silena and Clarisse to mimick Achilles and Patroclus.

Do what you will with this information.

[wildestically]

“Let us live like Spartans, but let us talk like Athenians.”

— Oscar Wilde, in a letter to H.C. Marillier - January 1st, 1886.

[mtolympusmemes]

Sappho: FUCK YEAH GAYNESS

Sappho: *explodes into glitter*

[arthoesunshine]

hey if ur interested in greco-roman antiquity, art history, ancient civilizations, poetry/writing, or anything similar (or just in the entire academia subculture as a whole) then reblog this post! i wanna make a group chat to talk about stuff that interests us and generally just learn more so if enough ppl rb i’ll make one

[dearorpheus]

what does your bio mean? "the sea was never blue" ?

Homer used two adjectives to describe aspects of the colour blue: kuaneos, to denote a dark shade of blue merging into black; and glaukos, to describe a sort of ‘blue-grey’, notably used in Athena’s epithet glaukopis, her ‘grey-gleaming eyes’. He describes the sky as big, starry, or of iron or bronze (because of its solid fixity). The tints of a rough sea range from ‘whitish’ (polios) and ‘blue-grey’ (glaukos) to deep blue and almost black (kuaneos, melas). The sea in its calm expanse is said to be ‘pansy-like’ (ioeides), ‘wine-like’ (oinops), or purple (porphureos). But whether sea or sky, it is never just ‘blue’. In fact, within the entirety of ancient Greek literature you cannot find a single pure blue sea or sky.

— The Sea Was Never Blue, Maria Michela Sassi

What, from a cursory glance, appears blue generally has more to say. You lift a precious stone to the sunlight and it lights up, it refracts, but there’s always a side you can’t see. If you think you’ve thought of it all, think a little longer. There’s always more to consider.