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Shitty Alice Law aesthetic: average experience in higher academia. yeah yeah the journey into hell to get a recommendation letter we've all taken it
I love it when even Greek mythology also affects my music taste because what is this-
I- look man it's just good idk what to say
If you happen to know any other Greek mythology musicals please let me know I would love to add more to the collection :3
sprolden moodboard
mahmoud darwish, in the presence of absence
natalie wee, practice makes perfect (for marie kakhniashvili)
richard siken, boot theory
It is the beginning of summer yet I'm still irrevocably in love with a winter state of mind. I seem to never quite leave it behind me, nor do I want to leave it behind me.
Anton Chekhov, from a diary entry written c. June 1888
Basic rules for analysing fiction, an incomprehensive list jotted down in a hurry:
The protagonist isn’t always right
The protagonist isn’t always good
The protagonist isn’t always written to be relatable or likeable
The narrator isn’t always right
The narrator isn’t always good
The narrator isn’t always telling the truth
The narrator isn’t always the author
The protagonist’s moral compass, the narrator’s moral compass and the author’s moral compass are three entirely different things that only occasionally overlap
Pay attention to what characters do and not just what they say
Pay special attention when what the characters do is at odds with what they say
A lot of the time the curtains are blue for a reason. If they aren’t, you should read better books
One more:
12. The antagonist isn’t always telling the truth
rats can drive cars btw. if u even care
fun fact: the lab rats got into the cars and drove on their own free time, even without any treat or reward being offered
fun fact #2: the scientists actually found that the rats stress levels were lowered while driving, implying that rats find cars therapeutic
I love the whole branch of cognitive experimentation that just amounts to “we taught rats a fun new game and they really liked it”
Is there a word for that like, “bright darkness” you get in winter?? When it’s been snowing or it’s supposed to snow past sunset and the sky isn’t Dark Enough. One of my favorite things
Thanks to @raindropwindow and a handful of articles, it’s called snow albedo, skyglow, snowglow, or just light scattering! It’s the result of moon- or artificial light reflecting off ground snow, low clouds, or ice crystals.
that nsfw snow…
... I want this on a shirt
Well, it looks like Queen Elizabeth is gonna pull through, and- oh mY GOD IT'S CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!
Sometimes I remember that I’m moving countries again and I just kind of… bluescreen
on loneliness, After Cameron Awkward-Rich, Dante Émile
[text ID: My psychiatrist asks me about friendship & I tell him about distance. The distance between my heart & my fist, between my voice & the sun. Insurmountable. /end ID]
i think you have to romanticize autumn a little. what else are you supposed to do
Dialogue / Dialog
by Astrid Hjertenæs Andersen translated by revenseventyr — Beloved, it is so dark already— Autumn is dark, my dear. But where are the stars, beloved, and the lights, where are they? My dear, don't you see the stars and the lanterns, the lanterns shining with small blue lights? Beloved, I'm looking and I see stars and lanterns and lights, but they don't warm my soul. My soul freezes — and longs for all the light summer nights. All the light summer nights we didn't get to own together, all the kisses we should have kissed, all the words we should have said — But now — it's so dark already. Autumn is melancholy, my dear. Autumn is grief and regret. But don't let me see your tears. My tears — no. After all, it is dark already — beloved. — Original Norwegian text can be read here.