i really need to stop dropping things and picking up new things on accident because i just saw a book under my bed and went “oh yeah im annotating that-” like i havent touched it in months.
So I’ve decided to make a series called ‘An Artist’s Life in a Textpost’, which is basically a series of textposts paying homage to a certain artist’s life in a series of point forms. I’m not sure whether anyone would be interested, but I decided to do it anyways because 1) it’s really quick to write and 2) I love discovering new artists (not just painters, but also musicians, poets etc.) and I don’t want to spend time pouring over their 5,000 word biography on Wikipedia or some other website. So here goes nothing!
(If you’re interested in following this I’ll be tagging it with an artist’s life in a textpost so…zero points to me for originality but yes)
Hear me out though what would happen if you mixed chaoscore and dark academia???
I don’t know what it would be but I want it
Things I have done that suit this aesthetic:
- brought a stray cat into the college art room to keep her warm from the rain, tried teaching her what a color wheel was (failed)
- gone to an abandoned park at 3am to get drunk and read poetry as loud as possible from the top of the playground slides (chaised by police, sad face)
- Fell asleep on the library staircase while baked and reading about religious histories because I was banned from checking out any more books for the month :(
- made sugar cookies for my professor’s 60th birthday and wrote, “plz let sleep, no more test” on his. (Was told not to try and bribe the professors again)
- Took my final exam while sitting on top of the desk, soaking wet, because I’d just danced in the rain. (Aced it)
- was given the option to take my government final at home, snuck into the empty classroom to take it there instead (I Do Not Know Why, Was High. Aced It, But The Prof Found Me)
- would regularly sneak into classes I was not enrolled in Just To Learn Stuff (just tell the professors you’re a scribe lol)
- Got a high-five from the campus police for dancing in the water fountain while verbally quizzing my classmate for his exams (scolded by janitor tho :/ )
- Found random first years and gave them my old textbooks with key notes and detailed study guides then left
- snuck past the receptionist just to ask one of the history professors the name of a specific historical figure. I didn’t need the information it just bothered me that I had drawn a blank on it. I wasn’t in any of her classes. We ended up talking about history over coffee for nearly an hour.
- left a note on my psychology classroom door telling students to meet in the grass outside of the north wing. The teacher showed up and didn’t have the heart to tell everyone to go inside so we had class on the lawn. They never found out it was me.
- Started a gambling study group that would meet in the East elevator for two hours every other day. People would bet money on the answers to a study question and whoever got it right got all the money.
- fell asleep drunkenly at a medieval-themed bar dressed like an elvish demon while reading Plato. Woke up to drunken scribbles on the pages, still not sure what they’re supposed to say.
I hate modern dating. I do not know how to do it and dating apps are so confusing to me. I meet someone but becasue I do not know them I never know if they are interested or not and if I am waisting my time or not. But they also make me feel funerable, because I want to be in a realtionship snd be with someone. I hate it.
I left the coffeeshop and started my morning walk to the library. The coffee was in my right hand and my bike in the left, rolling besides me. It had gotten colder, and I was glad I took my scarf with me. When arriving, I locked my bike and started my way up the stairs. I hesitated to go to my usual place. My friends sat there, not of them working or even being concentrating. I hated their attitude towards education. None of them took university seriously. I turned and went looking for another desk to work at. Once I found one, I pulled out my book I had to read for one of my classes. I noted down whenever something important as mentioned and added my thought to the rim of the text, so I could remember later. Ever now and then I sipped on my coffee.
The girl across from me looked quite pretty. I realized that while taking a break. She was focusing on the books in front of her, always taking notes. She did not seem to notice me and so I took my time looking at her. Her eyes were beautiful, and I loved the shape of her face. When I had to start working again, it took all my willpower to refocus.
The next day I picked the same working space again, drinking my coffee. I decided to listen to music while working. Surprisingly, the girl from yesterday sat across from me. She worked in a manner tat suggested she was ambitious to be good at what she was doing.
This howl watching her study thing continued from now on. I soon learned that she sucked her lips into her moth when she was reading something complicated, and you could see the panic in her eyes when she could not find a fact she knew was there. She never relied on only one source. Her coffee was black, and she rarely listened to music while at the library. I only ever saw her walk here and soon I knew her schedule by heart. Or at least whenever she would arrive here. I learned about her habits and her routines. And I loved it. Yet, I never found the courage to talk to her. I was afraid she might be different then what I imagined her to be. And so, the next semester rolled around without me saying a single word to her.
It was Monday morning, the first day of lectures. I sat next to my friends, talking before the lesson would start. But then she walked in. Her hair was open, and she wore this flowery dress. All I could think about was how lovely she looked.
Later, when I was at the library again and sitting across from her, that was when I decided to talk to her, but I did it in a way that would be me. I took out my notebook and ripped a page out. I took my pencil and wrote “Hello my beautiful stranger. I think it is about time that we get familiar with each other. Beloved, your favorite study buddy”.Lastly, I added my number.
I sneaked it into her backpack when I was leaving university today. I was hoping she would find it soon and be interested in me and text me. Hopefully, this was not a mistake.
I woke up as usually and got ready. I grabbed my coffee and headed out. I put in my headphones, listening to a few songs while walking. I arrived at the library, took of my coat, and went straight to my favorite place. I put everything down, went to get a few books and got working. After about half an hour, a boy showed up and sat down across from me. He pulled out a book from his back and started reading while drinking his coffee.
We sat there for hours, not talking just working and I grew fond of his company. He was so quite and focused. His behavior seemed to mirror mine, except for the part where he did not show any interest in me. We sat there working all day. As it got late, we paced together and left, each of us individually.
The next few days, I always came back to the library, and he always showed up just about half and hour later. Over time I realized he like the same music as I did and that he drank his coffee just like I drank mine. When he used green post-its on his books it means he read something interesting because he always wrote it down in a little notebook. I learned to tell how his day way based on his body language and that he usually took the bike, even if it was raining. I felt like I slowly got to know him, day by day and yet we never talked to one another.
The next semester rolled around and when I entered the classroom, I saw my stranger from the library. I sat down about two rows before him and took out my notebook. This will change nothing, will it? We still will be strangers…
The next day I saw him again at the library at our place. I was conflicted about talking to him and finally, decided not to. I was not going to break our routine. It had something beautiful.
The hours passed and I went home late that night. I walked with my headphones in as usual and I prepared everything for the next day. But as I took out the book in my bag to put new ones in, a note felt out. It was a little sheet, and I could not recognize the handwriting. It said “Hello my beautiful stranger. I think it is about time that we get familiar with each other. Beloved, your favorite study buddy”. I smiled at the page and texted the number written on it.
I once owned a goldfish. It lived in a little fishbowl. It used to be my grandmothers. When I got it, his bowl was bare. No sand or any kind of plants. This goldfish never swam around. It stood mostly in the same place, barley existing. To me, it always seemed sad. Its world was so colorless. Nothing existed in it. The bowl was just filled with water and the fish itself. And I knew that he could see me and my flat. At the time, my rooms were filled with all kinds of things. Lamps were giving off lights in different shades, on every table was a tablecloth and on all the seats were pillows in all colors of the rainbow. Most of the time, there was music playing. I had such a lively apartment, I always felt happy when I entered it.
One evening I sat in a chair, listening to a musical peace by Mozart. In my hand was a whisky on the rocks. And on the table in front of me stood the little bowl with the goldfish. Right there, I started thinking about how this fish must feel. It is in its little bowl filled with nothing. It spends all its days watching my happy and filled life. I thought about how I would feel if it was me in that bowl watching that goldfish life my live. And honestly, none of the emotions I felt were good.
Th next day, I called in sick at work. I had a coffee and a toast for breakfast and got dressed. I left my apartment, went down the stairs and sat in my car, I took out a CD and put it in the radio of my car. Shostakovich, the second waltz. As I started driving, my fingers tapped along to the music. The destination: the zoo shop. It only took me about 15 minutes to get there. I parked and got out of my car. I strolled into the shop, looking for somebody to help me on my mission.
First, I got a bigger tank so my goldfish would have more space. Then I picked out different types of soils for said tank. Next, I went to get all types of decorations. Plants, caves, and decorative stones. I also bought the needed technology and better food for my goldfish. Lastly, I got some company for my goldfish. I thought it might be lonely. I went to the counter and paid for everything. Getting all the new stuff to my car took me a few trips for and back.
When I arrived at home, I was lucky because the parking spot before the house was free which meant I would not need to carry everything so far. So, I started unloading and carrying everything up to my appartement. Soon, I realized I had underestimated the weight of everything and when I was finished carrying everything upstairs, I was sweating.
I had a quick lunch and then got to work preparing the tank. I filled it with sand, stones, and soils. Next, I planted the different plants I had bought. I decorated and put in the little cave. Afterwards I got to work installing al the technology which was harder than it sounds. Finally, I filled the tank with water and put in the new fish. Overall, it took me 3 hours to get the tank ready for the move in of my goldfish.
Finally, I went and grabbed it and his old bowl. I talked to it, explaining what was about to happen. Then, I carefully put it into the tank to the other fish. It swam around once and then in the cave. I looked at it and thought to myself, what a shy fish it must be and that tomorrow it can start forming new friendships. Then it would finally be able to life its happy ever after.
Later that day, I took a drink and set down in my armchair. I was grabbing my book and read but took another look at my goldfish in its new home. I considered its new life and came to the realization that it was in desperate need of a name. And just like that, I decided to name it Beethoven. I did in fact not know his gender, but he anyways always felt more to be a male fish to me.
I read a little and went to bed. The next morning Beethoven still swam in his cave. I fed the fish and left for work. When I returned home, he was once again in his cave. This pattern continued and, on the weekends, I realized that Beethoven was not leaving the cave at all, not even to eat.
This did not change over the weeks, and I began to worry. I did not know what to do and so I did nothing and prayed it would get better. And sadly, one morning, I woke up and Beethoven was dead. I took him out of the tank and flashed him down the toilette.
I never expected it, but I was sad Beethoven was gone. Sitting in my armchair one evening I began thinking about why he was dead. I mean he died when I just made his life more colorful. He after all got a life just like mine, only adjusted to a fish.
He had all a fish would need and refused to take it. He did not eat or swim at all. It seemed like he was sad that I tried to better his life. It was like he wanted to stay in his tiny, empty, and depressing bowl and just be a fish. Was that what had been wrong? Did he want that life? But why? Or was it just me that thought he was not content in his old home, alone, and without a name? Is it my fault he is dead?
I sat there, in my thoughts about Beethoven’s death for hours and when I finally fell asleep it was already 3 a.m. Yet, I can recall my last thought before sleep took me extraordinarily clear: How can I assume to know how Beethoven felt? After all, I am not a fish..
Hello everybody and happy new year! I know I have not been posting lately, but I have been on vacation. First of all, I want to say thank you to all my followers, the past year has been great. And I am looking forward to keep building my account. But there is one thing I want to change. Tumblr created a way of making money with your account and I would like to use that. Mostly because I love what I do and because I wan to inspire. But I will not lie to you guys: I will start university soon and need to finde a way to support myself. And I want to do that with this blog. I still will post like usuall, but on the post+ version of my blog will be more in depth content. I will not start this right now, but I will post content that shows what this post + version will be like.
I can already say that it will be conected with history, society but also culture or my own writings. And maybe I will start a seperated podcast, but that will definetly take time.
Please give my some feedback so I know what you guys want and like about this blog so I can keep and better my content. Thank you!
Sorry that I was not more active lately. I am in the beginning exam season and I am STRESSED. I will try and post more regularily, but I cannot promisse. ~ Pauline
