(through gritted teeth) there's so much to learn (through sobs) there's so much to learn (through maniacal laughter) there's so much to learn (through sleepy eyes) there's so much to learn (through a tired smile) there's so much to learn
an escape like this please
mundane tasks like wiping down surfaces & folding the laundry can be spiritual practices and even blessings if we allow them to be
doing the dishes.. opening the windows to let in fresh air.. washing and changing bed linens.. baking a loaf of bread... neatening and nurturing the wardrobe.. sorting through clutter and the drawers.. organising the books... picking up things from the floor.. hand washing delicates..
Good morning. Scenes from the weekend: a curved window, walking aimlessly in newington green, a gin martini, lying in the dark room full of strangers listening to an album for the first time, a red neon sign, a mirrored ceiling, a coffee in a pub
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Even if you have found someone who loves you back, the battle doesn't end here. Sometimes, not sometimes but all the time, love is not enough. You need to be respected, you need to be understood, you need to be communicated, the one-sided relationship of giving is not enough only for the sake of he/she loves me back, your love for each other must be constant despite the fights between you, you must be ready for a change in yourself, you need to point out each other's toxic traits and be open/ready to work on them. If your partner is insecure and overthinks every single detail, you're the one who is supposed to understand it. Instead of being mad, assure him/her. Loving IS A BIG DEAL.
Got a membership at the Royal Academy of Art this year and in an effort to use it more I've been working there at the members' cafe – I'll never be over this architecture in this courtyard on the way in
📍marylebone, london — vowing that one day i'll move here, and it'll be my forever home. truly never felt so in love with a city before
a hidden bookshelf door would heal me
Vita carissima
one thing that so many students forget is that, a win is a win. if you planned on doing english homework but instead you finished your history essay, celebrate that, don’t be upset taht you didn’t sick to your plan, at least you got SOMETHING DONE. a win is a fucking win and don’t let anyone tell you different.
i can't do an april wrap-up/monthly book recommendation post because i only finished one book in april, and it was a short story(🥴)
april was a month of travelling, of exploring, and of heartbreak (having to reject an offer from oxford because i can't afford relocating rn is going to haunt me for the rest of my life). reading, for the first time in a long time, hasn't been a priority for me, and that feels really good??
