Reminder that academia isn’t just an aesthetic but a way of living that allows you to see all the beauty in the world, to learn to your hearts content for the sake of learning, and to embrace human resilience and creation. It is NOT an excuse to think you’re better than anyone who “hAsnT rEad sHaKEspEaRe” nor is it required that you “look a certain way”. Wanna go all grunge and learn about Greek mythology? Wanna wear pastels and flower print while reading Dante’s Inferno? Wanna wear sweats and research Egyptian curses? Go for it! You aren’t bound to one aesthetic and should not feel pressured to look or behave a certain way! To me academia is about learning and love. Regardless of sexual orientation, race, gender, disability, etc. You are welcome here <3

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What really gets me is when you're reading a book and the chapter labels have, like, vines or floral details around them or something. it makes me so soft - just- the fact that someone was like 'ooh we can add beauty here, we totally should' and they did it

When Stephen King said 'Books are a uniquely portable magic', and when Neil Gaiman said 'I live in books more than I live anywhere else,' and when Oscar Wilde said 'With freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?'

and tonight I'll ache with undefined longing for no reason at all

i hate it when people ask me what i’m doing. i’m studying and rotting? what else would i be doing? 

For this Christmas season I would like to have the ability to focus on reading books again

from now on we’re calling all the stem folk ‘students of the unhallowed arts’, just like mary shelley wanted us to do

seeing glimpses of your past from old scribbles found in worn diaries, faded clothes that were once a signature style of your little self, dusty stuffed animals, children fairytale books, cracked glasses, a collection of coins and odd trinkets inside a cardboard box, just old things from an age that passed by, leaves a story, a reflection where once we thought of ourselves immortal now we’re in a path of finding ourselves, trying to find the same passion abundant in us as children, or spiraling down in another existential crisis, self-depreciation episodes, the thought of ending it all. we’re not as strong and capable as we thought we were. we become the villains we hate, yet identify with. it’s sad leaving the golden age of childhood, but as we lie awake in our rooms, staring at a dark ceilinhg, tears seeping uncontrollably, we find solace in our solitude, and sometimes even hope.

how do you tell someone "I'm not ignoring you, I'm just disconnected from reality rn and the days are all blurred together and I feel completely apathetic towards everyone/everything around me so it's really hard for me to maintain a conversation" without saying that?