Cottage Academia - Blog Posts

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Oh, don’t mind me, just practicing my accidental over sharing

I just saw a light academia/ cottagecore text post that was like “I wish I could grow little flowers in my hair” and at first I was like *yeah, that would be dope* but ya know what NO it wouldn’t be, it would be awful. I can barely brush my hair on a GOOD day and now I wanna detangle and manage fLoWeRs ni sir it would not work for me. Not only that but buggggssss in your hairrrrr allll the timeee, you sit outside and a bee just lands IN YOUR HAIR I couldn’t do it. It’s a romantic, lovely, dreamy idea that I just thought way too hard about but wow no thank you

Poem I wrote about eating fundip like two years ago

Whaddup Im Jared Im 19 and i never fucking learned to get seretonin in a healthy way

What if I just *replaces head with coral like Patrick in that one spongebob episode* all better

Ok I know the world is going to hell and all but I just wanted to share that I saw a cloud that looked like Perry the platypus today

Nothing is more in character than the fact that I’m currently drinking mountain dew out of a wine glass

Imagine

you have a complete day to yourself.

It would be spent in a giant elegant library on a bench or couch in a secluded area where no one ventures.

Quiet classical music, ambient noice from the calm chaos of the atmosphere. A fire place near by so you can hear the crackling.

Maybe you spend it with one person who will not complain when you ignore their sentient presence and wrap myself around them in a way that you can run my fingers through their hair while you read a stack of books that completely keep my attention from start to finish.

There would be tea. Hot, steamy and perfectly made, chai milk tea, jasmine or green tea with mint. Or rose tea because it smells like hugs. Or maybe coffee or a mug of hot chocolate with a stick of peppermint poking out.

Of course the person with you, whose only purpose is to be quiet and cuddle you, would be the one getting you the mug because you couldn’t be bothered with getting up while you’re reading

🌻 study update 🌻

Pictures from yesterday

🌱okie so today, I felt like shit, I had about one hour of sleep :( however, I didn't listen to that tiredness and did some physics hehe. I'm really proud of myself.

Hey love, it will all work out, the stars will align. Don't you think that it's time to live for yourself already.

I get that you might not be able to understand my point of view, but that doesn't mean that you misunderstand when I'm trying to convey. Don't twist my words to form those judgemental opinions of yours.

paintings from my aunt's walls

I dance on my own grave. Don't touch me, I'm a sacred fool. And I'm the happiest.

Her Schrodinger's Cat, Mania 2003

I wish I knew something more, felt more.Something I could put my hands on and turn it into celestial sparks. I won't lie, life is not a sane man's business. You can gaze at a lovely meadow and sink into a meditative absurdity. Or you can feel trampled down by the sky above.

Her Schrödinger's Cat, Eight Insight

Serenity does not exist alone. It will always be entwined with imperceptible emptiness and precarious moments leaving you in front of a spindle. The battle of possibilities and choices conceive our smiles and tears. So next time if your nightmare knocks at your door, make sure to kiss its forehead.

Her Schrödinger's cat, Fourth Insight.

You've always belonged to this world,love! It was just a cruel, a meticulous sense of being alive unacknowledged which deluded the compassion within you to annihilate itself. Do you recall giggling as a child,when your consciousness was yet to take over you? Your sense of self was in unity with the universe. We can always revive the love we once were.

Her Schrödinger's Cat, Fifth Insight

This is what i like about photographs- they are proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

Jodi Picoult

Hands are unbearably beautiful, they hold on to things they let things go.

What should i do with these hands if they can’t hold you?

Give me your hands

My soul will sleep inside of them

Inside of them my soul will sleep for eternity

Her hand in mine and in my chest a garden.

But i still don’t know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, but i can’t contain my soul from enveloping yours!

I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.

I don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands.

Texting sucks, lets have deep conversations and roll on the grass instead.

"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."

Franz Kafka

I either urge to over explain myself or be left misunderstood. There is no in-between.

Ada Limón, from “Too Close”, The Hurting Kind

People don’t understand that we quiet ones are quiet because the conversation’s always playing out in our own heads.

The wheel of time

"My alone feels so good. I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude."

Warsan Shire

“…but you people do not understand me, and i am afraid you never will.”

Vincent Van Gogh

"I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life."

Virginia Woolf

I am well aware of the reality but it doesn’t least a bit stop me from creating the delusional world in my mind.

And what I really intended to say in the end remains unsaid.

Franz Kafka