beauty is terror

19.06. working late. hot caffeinated beverages, beethoven and the thought of all that I have yet to do keep me going. this week is killing me already and i can’t wait for the semester to be over in a month tbh

Yeats with a side of Irish latte.

finally making time and see what all this dark academia is about !

ig: herdrafts I’ve been reading so many ebooks during the lockdown that I’m almost get accustomed to them, despite I miss the feeling of printing papers under my fingertips. I often read in English because it appeal to me better but often I struggle when it comes to approach a book; regardless of genre, choosing what language you want to read, it has a great influence on the reading itself and perhaps on the outcome of the review. Translation sometimes can be better than the original version, maybe when you can’t enjoy the author’s writing you can read the same novel ‘touched’ by the translator work, but you can’t really understand the meaning of the prose or the difference of styles between an author to another, if you are interested in this aspect as well. In short, this was my ranting because often I can’t decide in what language to read.

you've been poisoned

you've been poisoned

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“I had absolutely no interest in being somebody else’s muse. I am not a muse. I am the somebody. End of fucking story.”

(30.04.20) // bullet journal pages from january with some wishes for the year;

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