Introverted Ravenclaw Aesthetic
I wrote whatever came to mind.
Introverted Ravenclaw is wise. You can see it in their eyes and in their heart. It’s being inviable. Nobody notices you until you say something inspiring. It’s asking deep questions and overthinking. It’s googling something in the middle of the night, something you need to know. It’s that huger for knowledge that resides in your eyes, eager to learn more. It’s taking what you believe in, your values, to a whole new level. And protecting them. It’s knowing what the real world is like, but not wanting to be a part of it. Introverted Ravenclaw is living in your thoughts. Your dreams your head. It’s having world’s and fantasies for your own, that nobody else can reach. It’s hours wasted on daydreaming. It’s the smell of brewing tea and the world at night. It’s wet soil. Moonlight on your hair. It’s standing up for yourself, no matter the consequences. It’s loving. It’s holding a friends hand beneath the stars, snuggling with your cat. It’s making a pillow fort and reading for hours. It’s paint splattered jeans and computers one until 2 AM. It’s yawns, tired but bright eyes, and warm fingers. Introverted Ravenclaw is pages of journal entries and failed home-made cookies. And eating them anyway. It’s attempting to make a music video, a movie, writing a book. It’s scribbled notes. Messy handwriting. Introverted Ravenclaw is a masterpiece of colors.
