#litriture

Astronomy / Botany / Literature / Ravenclaw girl aesthetic for Anon

I catch your stare and we exchange looks, I notice when you try to impress me, I've never felt like this before and I feel like its all in my head, all a lie but a lie i dream to every night. 

Being a literature student hurts. After a while you lose your ability to simply judge people. You think more about what could have happened and what made them the way they are. You find yourself giving excuses to criminals and psychopaths, probably one day you will say that you might have been in their shoes and if it did happen you will do the same thing they did. You will start seeing some scenes of your life as pieces of a novel you never read. You will see some people as poems, others as demons and ghosts. You will see yourself in Frankenstein’s monster, Heathcliff and probably Bronte’s Catherine as well. You will envy Coleridge for his vivid imagination and you will hate realists for what they did to your head. You will love romantics even if you do not believe in what they say. You will hate movies for limiting your imagination then you will love them when they outdo the books and plays they represent. You will cry over the death of virtual characters. You will fall in love with authors and poets you will never meet and characters that do not even exist. A year after you will be addicted to the feeling you get when you buy a new book or hear about a novel you have never heard about before. At first you will hate metaphysical poems and you will think they are deep and complicated that you cannot get them, and then it will be your favorite poems. You will envy all those who have not read the books you read because they still have the pleasure of experiencing those feelings for the first time. You will have a bunch of reasons why you do not trust history and million reasons for hating politics. You will laugh out of despair and disappointments and you will cry out of love and passion. Being a literature student is like living through others and losing your-own-self so that you can enjoy the journey back to your being. Being a literature student is destructive. It enables you to read between the lines, to see things differently and to see God in people. It makes you love passionately all what can destroy you. You will tolerate pain and at times you might feel an urge to redeem your soul through suffer. You will learn to perceive songs differently and to understand your parents more. You will pass a lot of phases; from hating an author's guts to seeing your life's track similar to a one you once read about. You will see others suffering from things you thought you were the only one suffering from. You will wish you could tattoo all your favorite quotes on your body so that you can never forget them. You will be able to see through people and you will enjoy reading their eyes and lies. Being a literature student is no fun, it is not "cool", it is no joke and it is not some-kind of a bonus. Being a literature student is devastating and consuming on so many levels. You might end up reading out loud a stupid, deep poem in an empty street, or falling in love with a villain, or even worse; observing your-own-self and life as you are some-kind of a freaking protagonist. Being a literature student is a disaster. Making peace with sadness and depression is just the start. You will love black and other dark colours. You will tolerate funerals and drama queens. You will be consumed entirely in whatever you do, because literature teaches its students to give their all and to fall in love with their lives' details and to give excuses for those who fail to defend themselves. It teaches them never to underestimate the quiet and to always look for the hidden passions. Loving literature is something and being a student of literature is something else; it is like the difference between watching a movie and making one. The comparison is unfair and invalid. Do yourself a favour and let literature consume you. It will hurt, it will hurt like a living hell but at a point, I promise, you would not mind the pain. It will change your life on various levels. Read a piece and find someone different from you and your ideologies and discuss it over. At first you will suffer holding yourself from killing them, or shooting their brains out, but at the end of it you will find yourself rereading the lines and wondering how on earth you two could be so different yet so possible and true. Because the beauty of art, my dear, lies in its diversity. Everyone can see the beauty of it but the ways they see it are quite different. By: Yasmen Ragab

Ellentmondás, amiben valami igaznak látszik, de hamisnak bizonyul.