Dirt on your long white socks, buses with no space to breathe, studying into the late hours of night, and living in the day, getting into trouble with teachers and bunking classes just to stray.

love letters 💌

— - Anaïs Nin

Pretty nightlights in solvang~~

Forbidden Books (1897) by Alexander M. Rossi (British, 1840–1916).

Today my last semester started. As I’m done with my curriculum, I don’t necessarily need to go to classes anymore; but I’m so genuinely interested in theology and my faculty was offering so many great seminars... I signed up for four additional courses. Plus I’m doing an extra program on sustainability. Hopefully I still manage to write my last paper and my thesis in time.

Deep into the forest,  Snowdrops, everywhere,  Still snowdrops  by Viktor Sági

detail of hands from guercino’s the return of the prodigal son (1619)

Happy Monday! I was doodling this morning as a form of meditation. I follow this channel on YT loosely for inspiration! After that, I got to planning my week. I used to plan the entire week in one go but I prefer the flexibility of planning just a few days first and then moving forward with adjustments for the latter half of the week. 🌿

Breath in the the heavy air, look at the towering buildings above you and listen to the clacking of computers; everyone walks just as fast as everything moves.

Rereading all of her letters and cards because I miss her so much and she’s so far away 🥲

Eva Antonini / Peter Wever / Holly Warburton / Alisher Kushakov / Salman Toor / Briony Marshall / Alisher Kushakov / Edvard Munch / Jurga Martin

Jan van Goyen - sketchbook pages

Michael Royce “Night Moth” tufted acrylic yarn on monks cloth 2019

poetry from ny times