There is bravery in being soft.

there is a small ceramic frog where my brain should be

no offense but reading is literally the cure to brain rot and there’s no work around to reading books

friendly reminder that academia must aim to include a wide range of perspectives and you can't just pick and choose which narratives to include in your academia. if you really want to be knowledgeable and intellectual, you can't choose to exclude perspectives that are not white, eurocentric and/or upperclass (or fit into some elitist aesthetic for that matter) and you cannot call yourself an academic if you only listen to the voices of rich white men. while the whole education system is at fault for not incorporating poc-inclusive and non eurocentric narratives into academia, and perhaps because of that, it is your responsibility to actively seek out voices that don't fit into the extremely narrow perimeter of views and voices that are usually prominent in academia. it's your duty as an academic to step outside of these narrow perimeters and educate yourself, especially if you've only been surrounded by a small variety of perspectives your whole life; and it's your duty to do this actively.

I want soft things. Soft things that are the same time dark. Like victorian dark, not morbid dark. I want to recieve mail. I want to wear soft socks. I want to live and work in a library all day. I want to know a library like the back of my hand. I want to be left alone but I also want to be noticed. I want to cram books in a bookshelf that cannot take more. Then because the bookshelf is full, I want to line books by the bed. Then the study table. Then the window. I want to walk in the mornings across mossy dewy cemeteries. I want my bag to be heavy with books. And a diary with messy writing. I want to press leaves between pages and find them years later. I want to wear flannel. And soft sweaters. I want to visit art galleries, museums. Antique stores. I want to fill my apartment with wooden furniture. I want plants. I want tea in the evening in my balcony as the sun sets and the city turns pink. I want to stand in the sun, taking in the morning light.