Tea stained notes

[sanrio-stud]

every year i forget how impossible it feels to function when you're cold and under a blanket. u really expect me to be productive right now? to think about things? outside the warmth and safety of my blanket? kind of messed up to be honest

[liones-s]

one of the most boring lessons I’ve learned is that when a task feels overwhelming, you just have to start doing it. Even if you’re not sure how to do 90% of it, look for one small component that seems close and start there. Sometimes it’s reading one article on the topic, or searching one related term, or literally just googling how to do the task. Do anything other than thinking about it. The process of working on a thing inherently makes it less scary.

[mournfulroses]

Emily Brontë, from "Wuthering Heights," originally published in 1847

[marbirds]

a little cat is sitting at their desk attentively, trying to make a good first impression on the first day of school

[ohjessmarie]

teacup collection 🍵🍊🌻 | prints & things here

[thecozykitsune]

instagram is dead. perhaps tumblr can appreciate my works more.

[witchesversuspatriarchy]

Full Moons 2023

[tea-and-law]

Ulysses reading group - Jan 23rd

Hey everyone!

Over at the DFW Community on Discord we plan on reading Ulysses starting on Monday 23rd with discussions scheduled on the weekends. Everyone is welcome, first time readers and rereaders, we'd like to go through one episode a week, at least for the first eight or so, then we'll change the schedule accordingly c: i've been gathering some resources and those will be posted as well. If you join our discord server for Ulysses and you are not interested in postmodernism don't worry: you can click on the 📘in #roles to get the Ulysses reader role, it will hide all the other channels. There is no obligation to stay/discuss anything other than joyce if you don't want to, we aim to keep book talk open to anyone and try to conquer ulysses together! This is the invite link: https://discord.gg/2qDt8JfVYD Happy reading!

[happyheidi]

by salman toor, van gogh, cecilia rosslee, van gogh.

[jewfrogs]

alright y’all here’s my google drive folder of books, featuring somewhere around 400 books ranging from animorphs to 19th century surgical guides! most of them are epubs, which google drive refuses to directly upload, but they should be easy to download and unpack, virus-free 😊i hope you guys enjoy! let me know if there are any problems with any of the books!

[theliminalspace1]

sun

tea, coffee

[safiyadaydreams-deactivated2024]

• Palestinian literature recommendations - small books with a big impact •

Here’s a few recommendations for short reads. If you’re looking for small books to help you reach your reading goal before the end of the year or for when you need a shorter read to suit your time, these are all fairly quick reads but very impactful.

All Palestinian literature. Most of these recommendations are short story collections and mostly translated from Arabic. They each show the different ways the Israeli occupation has affected Palestinians. From the start of the Nakba, to the blockaded Gaza Strip, to Palestinians refugees in the diaspora.

* Shatila Stories published by Peirene Press, nine contributors (Palestinian and Syrian): Omar Khaled Ahmad, Nibal AlAlow, Safa Khaled Algharbawi, Omar Abdellatif Alndaf, Rayan Mohamad Sukkar, Safiya Badran, Fatima Omar Ghazawi, Samih Mahmoud, Hiba Mareb. Translated by Nashwa Gowanlock

* Men in the Sun and Other Palestinian Stories by Ghassan Kanafani, translated by Hilary Kilpatrick

* The Sea Cloak and Other Stories by Nayrouz Qarmout, translated by Perween Richards

* Minor Detail by Adania Shibli, translated by Elisabeth Jaquette

* The Book of Ramallah edited by Maya Abu Al-Hayat, various translators

Have you read any of these? Are there others any you would add to the list or recommend me to read? The Book of Gaza is one I have on my radar that I want to read at some point.

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[huariqueje]

The Long Way  -  Kayla Martel , 2022.

Irish, b. 1980s

Oil on canvas , 24 x 30 cm.

[dailykafka]

- November 10, 1917

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

[ID: November 10. I haven't yet written down the decisive thing, I am still going in two directions. The work awaiting me is enormous. End ID]

[julienbakerfavormp3-deactivated]

my favourite lesbian poems:

joan larkin, want

kitty tsui, breathless

donna allegra, stilled life

suniti namjoshi, i give her the rose

elizabeth bishop, insomnia

jackie kay, her

karen brodine, driving home

dorothy allison, a woman like the ocean

stacey waite, fixing my voice

becky birtha, how i became a lesbian

kristin chang, a postcolonial portrait of the girl loving a girl

deborah a. miranda, marriage proposal

janice gould, blackbirds

adrienne rich, paul becker to clara westhoff

adrienne rich, twenty-one love poems

natalie diaz, these hands, if not gods

natalie diaz, if I should come upon your house lonely in the west texas desert

natalie diaz, i watch her eat the apple

sappho 31, trans carson

sappho 16

chrystos, crooning

carol ann duffy, warming her pearls

tamai tobayashi, for lola

leah horlick, levitating

mita radhakrishnan, self-love or i love myself when i am laughing and when i am eating pussy

mary coleridge, the witch

[studyblr]

in other news. no need to study anymore, i can digitally generate my aesthetic autumnal study pics now. work smart not hard 

[electricraccoonincident-deactiv]

“How then does light return to the world after the eclipse of the sun? Miraculously. Frailly. In thin stripes. It hangs like a glass cage. It is a hoop to be fractured by a tiny jar. There is a spark there. Next moment a flush of dun. Then a vapor as if earth were breathing in and out, once, twice, for the first time. Then under the dullness someone walks with a green light. Then off twists a white wraith. The woods throb blue and green, and gradually the fields drink in red, gold, brown. Suddenly a river snatches a blue light. The earth absorbs color like a sponge slowly drinking water. It puts on weight; rounds itself; hangs pendent; settles and swings beneath our feet.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves