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academia-lucifer · 3 days
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@academia-lucifer
This sequence of images reminded me of my grandparents' house when I would visit them during school holidays.
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stardustemotions · 18 hours
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I'm the kind of a person who adores walking in the rain and the scent of wet earth loves coffee, stays up late at night, doesn't meddle in others' affairs, laughs at the notion of love despite believing in it, and a friend of all and yet feels lonely, prefers to be absent but present rather than present but absent, doesn't know how to hate someone but good in the departure
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happyheidi · 6 months
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jeoncanis · 2 months
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"What do you do for a living?"
Oh I am a professional hopeless romantic and I read books and cry in my free time.
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moodyacademic · 1 year
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green books
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myacademiaescape · 4 months
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Spring comes quickly; overnight the plum tree blossoms, the warm air fills with bird calls
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tulipsofthemorning · 9 months
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How the gentle wind beckons through the leaves, as autumn colors fall.
Part 2 of the "Over the Garden Wall"-inspired moodboards, requested by @kashmirichaiwithmehr
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queen-academia · 6 months
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academia-lucifer · 17 hours
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@academia-lucifer 🎞
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"Melancholy and Joy are lovers and I reside in the chaos of their union." -Unknown
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stardustemotions · 8 months
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One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
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happyheidi · 6 months
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shakespearesdaughters · 7 months
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moodyacademic · 1 year
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myacademiaescape · 5 months
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She never felt like she belonged anywhere, except for when she was laying on her bed, pretending to be somewhere else
- Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
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