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i have no words

DAMIANO DAVID Ronquières Festival

chaotic academia is writing love poems in your notes app

“Im hangry” the hell is that.

I pour my thoughts out of the window

(I don't need them anymore)

It drips on the roses of my garden

I watch their petals darken

i apologise for the person i become once the IWBYS music video comes out

not sure if I need to change my hair, make out with someone, get hit by a bus, consume 8 cups of coffee, fake my death, rewatch captain america: the winter soldier, move to a different country, or just go to sleep

do you ever just think massimo staying up late the night before the competition making this to cheer his daughter

bonus : the machiavelli paw dotted 'i's

nobody in greek mythology, especially the men and noble women, were good people when looking at them with modern morality. the sooner you can realize that and stop trying to justify their actions in order to enjoy the stories, the sooner you can start to genuinely empathize with and see the shared humanity in the narratives of these people from a deeply alien time, whose stories, although (and partially because) they come out of a culture built on hierarchy and exploitation and violence, still resonate with us today

Well, this is my drawing of the goddess Hera in a teen version, I don't know, I just love her, I'll be updating with more of my illustrations :)

Måneskin being complete ICONS by basically saying fuck the polish government 🌈

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but its sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out.💗✨

Thank you so much, you're so sweet <33

tag nine people you want to catch up with/get to know better!

thank you @academic-on-a-midnight-dreary for tagging <33

favourite colour(s): black

current read: the battle of the labyrinth (percy jackson)

last song: i wanna be your slave - maneskin

last movie: tom & jerry (haha)

last series: criminal minds

sweet, sour or savoury: sweet

craving: hugs from my friends

tea or coffee: coffee <33

currently working on: some poems

tagging:

@deathdance @kairos-thehumanpoet @larywitchlingacademic @booksartandpoetryy @coffeespock @lanalans @too-little-caffeine

Are you “enemies to lovers” fucked up or “found family” fucked up?

thank you for tagging me <33

@lanalans @ughgclden @willowtreesaresopretty @ildikof

Picrew tag!

This one was very pretty and I couldn't help myself! 🌻

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write bad poetry. 

wrap your mouth into a cliche. write about icarus, write about roses. write about the flowers in your ribs and the stain of your fingertips and the skin of your knees. write about cigarettes and getting high and kissing the wrong person. and space; write about space over and over in sixty iterations of it, write about star-blood and star-crossed and star-glowing, write about universes and galaxies and gladiators in constellations. write about the space between two people in a small room, write about the space that is too small no matter how big it is, write about the space that is too big no matter how small it is. write yourself a star and eat it, tinfoil-tasting, on the floor of your kitchen, while you regret missing your mother’s cooking. but write it.

write ugly. use too many undercase letters because you’re pretentious. USE ONLY CAPITAL LETTERS BECAUSE YOU’VE GOT A SCREAM TRAPPED UNDER YOUR FINGERNAILS. ,, cut & paste grammar (? who gives a shit ?) ,, r3inv3nt so much u come back 2 l33t speak, dial it down a bit. write in the language of flaubert, then dickens, then the language your father used before he learned english. then write the language of talking to your dog, then write the language of high school essays on books you never finished. utilize the word utilize where it don’t belong. fall in and out of love with contractions. accidentally become bukowski for a hot sec, grow out of it. 

write things you wish you hadn’t. write stuff so bad you can’t help groaning. write things that end in “a;sljflk jfg h” because they petered out while you were typing. write things that feel childish and use so much rhyme it throws you out of it. write things that feel grown-up and unfamiliar, too formal to function, up-their-own-asses. write things too enigmatic; forget what you wrote them about, but tell yourself it’s for the best. write things too obvious. go through a micro-poetry spell, go through a prose-poetry spell, fish the bottom of the box for x-ray goggles and write about how the cereal felt. write about your cat and the rug and un-deep fake-deep terrible stuff.

write things you really wish you hadn’t. stuff that hurts to read and hurts to look at later, stuff that makes your skin uncomfy and your body crawl. write stuff that looks better at the back of your closet. but stuff you can’t get rid of, really, not ever. stuff that, afterwards, makes you feel heavier. stuff that somehow, impossibly, kinda makes you lighter.

write about stuff you don’t really understand, write about social problems you barely experience, write about slam poetry. write about power outlets, write in the style of internet poets, write frost-length sonnets on how pink her lips are. 

write bad. write worse. write bottom-of-the-barrel, and then keep scraping it. keep digging in it. god, how many people are too scared of being bad that they just. never get around to it. that they never even start doing it. what if all they have to say is silly shit about lost love or greek myths or a good kiss. what if they’re bad at it.

be bad at it. do you know how fucking rebellious and wonderful that truly, i mean truly is? and that’s poetry, man. the act of being so vulnerable, you’re willing to completely suck at it. big ideas in small boxes. it takes a long time before you get the packaging to fit. 

go write bad poetry. i can’t wait to read it.

alright besties here’s some of my poetry lol

you’re crimson shades of strawberry blue

hue so true I’m unable to pursue,

deluge slowly slipping down my soft spine

you’re more fine than divine deep red wine

smear my lipstick please my darling, oh doll

mumble prose, make me teeny tiny tall

I’m no longer afraid of my own downfall

no longer as stuffed as a vacant hall

cigarette butts you forgot to put out

I’m rough raw edges, why don’t you doubt?

the hem of your dress, I’m coming undone

if I can’t adore you then what can be done?

you’re venus’ envy and mercury’s lover

it’s best we can’t kiss, I’d no longer recover

unfit for your praises that I won’t refuse

I’m unworthy of thinking of you as my muse

Permanent dark eye circles squad

Sleepy eyes

Words slippin' through

Tired nights

I'm thinking 'bout you

Link to the observatory I got that picture from

I miss the sound of your voice

I crave it, so I can fill the void

That lies in the middle of my chest

Open for any temporary guests.

it's crazy what you

can become with only

a few bad examples

and a load of courage.

~kairos

To be in love with the night sky

To figure out its ways

Where each constellation starts

And where the Milky-way lays

Telling Cassiopeia she is pretty

Because you know she wanted to hear it

Trusting her with your pain and screams

And telling her your dreams.

To know the phases of the Moon by heart

To shiver at your window on a cold night

Because you had to say goodbye to Mars

Than having your dreams guarded by the stars.

If you’re not noticed, you’re still valid.

Thoughts on the balcony

The sharp cold air

Is filling my lungs

And I'm shivering

Trying to shape your name on my tongue

Guess I forgot how to,

People always do that

I thought I was different

Turns out I'm just as miserable and sad

I want to run away

And meet with you again

But I'm craven to do it

Or I'm maybe too brave to hold your hand

(I know it's not the best, I just felt like posting it...)

(felt like writing shitty poetry today)

Meeting him again

And now I'm in the woods

The sun is burning my cheeks

I feel your presence

You're a shadow, you're a tree.

You are everything there

But you are also nothing

I feel your presence

And I'm there, barefooted and running.

So much time have passed

And I still miss you, till this day

I feel your presence

Maybe I found peace.

infp study hacks:

So us infp folks often really struggle with studying for a few reasons. Here are some tips for how to cope/overcome three of those reasons.

Your imagination won't let you focus.

This might sound weird, but stay with me... A trick I've found that works is acting like a character from my favorite book or movie, and pretending they are a genius explaining the topic I am studying to a group of people who are "not as genius." (Sherlock Holmes is a favorite character of mine for this role.) Instead of allowing your imagination to hinder you, use it to your advantage! Act out your studies.

You don't feel motivated.

This often stems from the fact that studying is monotonous. And honestly, tis boring to study. But I often find incorporating a little variety into the way you study really helps. Study on the floor. Use a timer to see how much you can learn in a certain amount of time - like you're on a very specific type of gameshow. Stop every thirty minutes or so and just do a whole bunch of jumping jacks to get some good hormones flowing. Basically, use your curiosity as a method of making studying exciting and new every time. Try new routines.

You can't get started unless you study "the right way."

Often times, infp's are perfectionists. We don't want to study unless we can do it perfectly, and we end up second guessing everything. ("Am I even going to remember anything?" "Do I know what I'm doing?" "Is this method working?") But instead of getting caught up in these paralyzingly negative hypotheticals, turn them into positives! Act as if you have a point to prove against these doubtful thoughts. Doubt your doubts! Because here's the thing about your doubts: just because you think them, that doesn't mean they're true. Tell yourself you are already a mastermind of whatever topic you're studying, and watch yourself transform into one.

Happy studying, infp's! Keep your eyes on that glorious, long-term prize.

dark academia classic reads:

the secret history - donna tartt

the stranger - albert camus

the picture of dorian gray - oscar wilde

the great gatsby - scott fitzgerald

sappho’s poetry

anything by plato

hamlet - shakespeare

frankenstein - mary shelley

dracula - bram stoker

the illiad - homer

song of achilles - madeline miller

dead poets society - nancy kleinbaum

the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde - robert louis stevenson

maurice - e.m. forster

murder on the orient express - agatha christie

in cold blood - truman capote

the last man - mary shelley

sense and sensibility - jane austen

feel free to add recommendations if you wish!