Beautiful Arabic words and their significances

• Amal (أمل) Meaning: hope
• Al-fana (الفناء) Meaning: demise
• Al-sarab (السَّرَاب) Meaning: mirage
• Daweyt (داويت) Meaning: healed
• Firdaus (فردوس) Meaning: paradise
• Shawq (شوق) Meaning: longing
• Moutala’li’a (متلألئة) Meaning: sparkling
• Nour (نور) Meaning: light
• Oum (أم) Meaning: Mother or origin
• Eftinan (افتنان) Meaning: adoration
• Hethian (هذيان) Meaning: delirium
• Fosayfisa’ (فسيفساء) Meaning: mosaic
• Al-na’eem (النعيم) Meaning: bliss
• Yaqeen (يقين) Meaning: certainty
• Ejlal (إجلال) Meaning: honor
• Qamar (قمر) Meaning: Moon
• Yatajathaboon (يتجاذبون) Meaning: they are attracted
• Shams (شمس) Meaning: Sun

A list of winter aesthetics

• Holding hands under blankets
• Listening to old songs and letting them carry you to an another time
• Owning a journal and filling it with your favourite moments of the season so you won’t forget about them because they will become moments from your past one day so they are important
• Picking up a random book from your dusty shelf and daring to finish it
• Covering yourself with tones of clothes from head to toe
• Sleepovers with friends
• Having lunch dates with friends in their car while the rain is pouring outside
• Hydrating and moisturizing
• Drawing symbols on the windows covered with humidity
• Spending your free time napping or getting cozy under your blankets while watching your favorite movie
• Making handmade cards then sending them to your dearest people
• Rescuing stray cats and giving them shelter
• Romanticizing your life by thinking that everything you do is worth the care and admiration
• Reading, reading and reading
• Going to art exhibitions of artists you’ve never heard of
• Long walks alone or with your friends and making up back stories for people you see on the street
• Waking up early than usual when the world is still asleep
• Listening to some playlists made by strangers on the internet
• The agreeable warmth of your cocoa cup between your hands
• Feeling the delicate coldness of the snowflakes on your skin

“Doubt thou the stars are fire;

Doubt that the sun doth move;

Doubt truth to be a liar;

But never doubt I love.”

William Shakespeare, Hamlet.

A list of useful synonyms

• Argument:altercation, squabble
• Chaos: disorder, confusion, pandemonium
• Collect: assemble, cumulate, stock
• Difficult:arduous, strenuous
• Easy: effortless, painless
• Effort: elbow grease, expenditure, labor
• Happiness: contentement, cheerfulness, joy
• Help: assist, aid, succor
• Love: fondness, tenderness, adoration
• Money:capital, finances, currency
• Pain: affliction, agony, suffering
• Power:ability, potential
• Pleasure:delight, satisfaction, fulfilment
• Prejudice:preconception
• Pride:self-esteem, dignity, honour
• Purpose:motive, cause, impetus
• Reason: aim, objective, incentive
• Rich:affluent, moneyed, wealthy
• Strong:powerful, brawny, strapping
• Useful:handy, nifty, convenient
• Understand: comprehend, perceive

Beautiful Scottish Gaelic Words and Their Meanings

• Blate (adj.): Shy or bashful.
• Bogle (n.): Scottish ghost used to describe a number of folkloric creatures.
• Braw (adj.): Excellent, pleasant.
• Bruadarach (n.): Dreamer, visionary.
• Camhanaich (n.): Early morning twilight.
• Coorie (v.): to cuddle or nestle in, especially when it’s cold.
• Dook (v.): To dip in liquid, especially water.
• Faodail (n.): A lucky find.
• Fearthainn (n.):Rain.
• Gallus (adj.): Cheeky or bold.
• Gloaming (n.): Twilight or dusk.
• Loon (n.): Young man.
• Neach-gaoil (n.): Sweetheart, beloved.
• Peely-wally (adj.): looking pale or sick.
• Piece (n.): Sandwich.
• Saorsa (n.): Freedom, liberty.
• Solasta (adj.): Luminous, shining.
• Stravaig (v.): To wander without a purpose.
• Stocious (adj.): To be very drunk.
• Udal Cuain (adj.): To be tossed arround by the ocean.

“My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears. You are my home, do you not understand?”

Amy Lowell

Lover III

Lover II

Lover II

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Now now, would you take a look at these masterpieces

The vibes that these pictures give me…

Let’s bring back the old times

note to self || 03.19.20

some of my favorite smells that I’ve been needing a perfume and/or cologne to replicate:

– old books and newspapers

– typewriter ink

– vinyls

– sweaters

– rain

– trench coats

– leather gloves

– an old church or library

– a red wine cork

– fountain water

– a museum

add more if you’d like

I wish it were fall, 

but time goes by too quickly.

I wish it would slow down,

Yet,

I still yearn for the autumn winds.

I wish it were fall,

I long for the long awaited views from below.

Wine glasses and tiny teacups. Morning glass of water morphes into tears of your mortal enemies in a wine glass and into dew collected from the purest lilies on olymp when it’s in a tiny teacup. Apple juice tastes like made of the golden apples from the hesperides garden in a wine glass and like ambrosia & nectar in a tiny teacup.

How to feel like an ancient goddess

• Floral scented soap. Let the ghosts of roses, lilacs, lavenders or mint bloom on your skin and in your hair, let them be your flower crown
• Fresh sheets. Soft and clean like weaved of clouds, gently carresing your naked skin
• Shells. Singing into your ear about deep oceans and wild waves, songs like captured echoes of sirens luring sailors to their deaths
• Wine glasses and tiny teacups. Morning glass of water morphes into tears of your mortal enemies in a wine glass and into dew collected from the purest lilies on olymp when it’s in a tiny teacup. Apple juice tastes like made of the golden apples from the hesperides garden in a wine glass and like ambrosia & nectar in a tiny teacup
• Touching plants, flowers, trees when you go by. Feel the ancient connection you have with nature, your longest friend, your companion in eternity
• Flowing clothes. Dancing around you in the wind, there is no such thing as gravity for you
• Music. Play, dance, sing, feel, whatever you choose, let music wake up the untamable part of you, the part that can not be contained in mortal body, let it free, let it breathe

would you like to receive a personalised poem with immaculate vibes of your favourite aesthetic? you’re welcome to buy me a coffee and I shall fulfil your wish.

Just another day of me determining my self-worth based on how many hours a day I study 

With a weight on my chest I used to carry on, ‘til thou cradled me in, nursed me back to health, breathed in the stead of my broken lungs. And like eternity is nothing but a short while, I forgot about my earthly flaws and the sense of suffocation; breathing was no longer my concern, the burdens not mine to carry. I buried them in my memories – “If only, if only.”

Thy light gave away in time and left me rotting in but a shadow. Maggots and worms infested my lungs again, a steady weight settled back in its place. Just as all nights end with a breaking dawn, the sun must sink to the far west in its time, to leave behind the mourning mortals with their longing for the light. “If only, if only.”

With my light inevitably stolen, I now bleed the gold thou poured in me. Spill out the silver; the bronze and copper, too. Each too heavy for me to hold in this shell bursting at the seams. Light slips through the sorrow, takes blight like sand on my palm, leaves me with no air in my folding lungs, pushes down on mine own chest.

If only, if only.

FUck wearing pretty dresses and having long hair or embodying the ‘girly’ academia aesthetic that I see so often.

My pronouns are your majesty/my grace, and I wear pretty white blouses with ruffles, black suit pants and boots, have fluffy hair and a mullet to match, and look like a lesbian princesx who just came out of an anime or fantasy tv show

that’s it, that’s the post

I have a theory that a lot of people who are into dark academia are either INTJs or INTPs so I am here to test it

• Eating fancy dinner alone both at restaurants and at home – It takes a lot of balls to eat alone at restaurants but if you look like you know what you’re doing nobody will question pretty much anything you do. Besides, you want to have a lot of balls in life (it’ll get you a lot of places butbeing cocky will not so be careful to not cross to that side). Confidence like that will just boost your image to a whole another level, trust me. 
  
• Women who wear men’s cologne – I don’t know how to explain why… I associate it with mystery and sensuality and intelligence for not reason whatsoever. However, please don’t go around smelling like axe, I beg of you. I use and recommend scents like Prada Luna Rossa Sport Eau de Toilette because it’s soft, mellow and just sweet enough, not at all heavy and doesn’t give me a headache. It says I-am-young-rich-and-my-own-boss-what-about-it. I’m certain there are also options that are more reasonably priced, so you can definitely do this on budget too – DA doesn’t need to be expensive!! And a second time for the back row: DA doesn’t need to be expensive!
• Belting out old songs in the shower – (+1) point if it’s Frank Sinatra, my dude. But you know what else is fucking cool? Old songs in your native language (if you’re from a non-English speaking country). 
• Wanting to read a book but not being able to because you have unfinished schoolwork to do and before you complete it you can’t give yourself a break to do fun stuff – And then you always have schoolwork you haven’t finished and never get to read your books. But you know, that’s okay. You don’t need to read 6 hours a day to fit the DA aesthetic, you don’t even have to read weekly. You don’t have to read once every few months, at that. Learning happens outside of that, too. You don’t need to read a shit ton of books to love learning which is the core of DA. Get that degree, sis.
• Family pass downs – I’m talking rings and necklaces, dresses or basically anything from recipes to books to tableware. I love leaning about their stories and so on. Don’t you just look at old things and imagine the places they’ve been, the people who have used them, how meaningful they could have been to someone else?

can we pleasemake responding to people’s poems a thing again

Oh, how I long to be surrounded by soil and moss,
I crave to graze the earth where no man shall cross,
Run adrift, enfolded in the morning dew’s golden gloss.

My, how I yearn to flee from the cold streets of a city,
The manufactured, man-made, artificial essentiality;
My life only a hinge in a mad machine, as it glides on by.

I lust for a no-man’s-land, I wish to be left wild to roam,
To grow a root wherever I come to a still, call it a home,
Become the nature’s bride until I shall meet my gloam.

I wish I could write thee a letter,
For dear, I am at the end of my tether.
And still, I cannot speak of my passion or sorrow,
Not when I live on emotions I only may borrow.
For this, I must beg thee for pardon –
Not all of us grow with roses in our garden.
Yet on this I shall swear; one day I’ll pen thee none a sweet sonnet,
Only true words that will make thee blush under thy lovely bonnet.

Wait for me, my darling, and I shan’t betray my promise,
Meanwhile, may my artless deceit bring thee temporary solace.

Perhaps I was destined to run from thee
for it seems all I reach for is doomed to die.
Alive – it looks the most lovely on thee,
and I’ve no heart to taint thy beauty with the dreary face of death.
I’m a weak man with a weaker soul, my love; should I come to pass one day, I’ll be laid at thy feet to forever beg for forgiveness.

Once upon the olden days there was a deceitful matron. She’d an eye out for a little lass who had an alley as his hearth and home. She selfishly wanted him – so she came and conquered, took him to her dwellings, gave him refuge in the midst of a minefield.

It took no longer than ‘til the latest hours when he already strayed away on his own, not knowing she’d awoken. The poor boy lost himself deep into the waking night with the north star as his sole companion. And yet, even the starlight shied away at the woman who wished to not let him go. She plagued him as he wept, “I beg of you, have mercy on this meager child.” I heard a hollow laughter and a miserable cry, witnessed her steal an arm to keep a part of the boy by her side.

At last the matron let him flee, supposed he’d evermore be a flightless bird. Still, as the night gave away and the sun rose in the east, he got up on his feet and prevailed in spite of all his misery.

He was free and lone, having fought a losing battle. He went against the odds and lived to see another day, wandered toward newfound glory, fortune and prosper.

So even that little boy thrived – knowing, remembering, celebrating, mourning. And only because he knew and could remember, in the end there was more laughter than there had been sorrow in the night.

Waiting for messages not sent
Longing to answer calls never dialed
Reaching for arms that don’t know how to hold
Leaning to lips I’m not tall enough to kiss
And yet, yet now I grieve
At the memory of you –

I didn’t get the word you’d leave, I didn’t see you go
Though I think I used to, now I cannot dream
As the days bleed I begin to lose my sight
First, I forget the way you used to look
Then how you used to sound
How you felt to touch
Your light perfume
I cannot recall
you.

Devil in me – Gin Wigmore (fave)

Black sheep – Gin Wigmore (another fave)

Shoot him down! – Alice Francis

Call me devil – Friends in Tokyo

Epiphany – from Sweeney Todd 

I can’t decide – Scissor Sisters

Let him burn – from American Satan

Heathens – Twenty One Pilots

Boy meets evil – J-Hope (BTS)

Man down – Cover by Zhavia 

You know I’m no good – Amy Winehouse

Bang bang – Nancy Sinatra (from Kill Bill)

I recommend looking into Finnish mythology. There is a work that is named Kalevala which is the national collection of Finnish myths in poetry form. I would even dare to call it the Finnish Iliad and Odyssey.

Elias Lönnrot traveled around Finland between the years 1828 and 1838 to collect the poems which were originally in song form. The myths originate from as far as 1000–500 BCE, some of which explain the creation of the world and others are epic stories about shamans, powerful women and men thirsting over the beautiful women of the stories.

You can find English translations on Amazon, but also elsewhere if you look it up.

• Drinking red wine on the plane – Nothing like chugging some free wine at a concerning speed while reading the book you’re determined to finish before landing. Extra points if have the balls to ask for two bottles – don’t be shy, they won’t tell you no. Minors excluded, of course.
• Adulting – Don’t get me wrong, adulting sucks. I quite like it when I open the fridge in the morning and new food has just magically appeared overnight and when I don’t have to pay bills. However, there’s this very specific part of adulting that I’m talking about. I’m talking about making formal calls, sending emails, going out for meetings/appointments and signing papers, handling the stuff your parents used to handle for you. Makes me feel all-powerful against my crippling anxiety.
  
• Uniform scents – I don’t know what to call it, but I mean when your shampoo, body wash, hand cream, deodorant and perfume all smell like the same one or two scents like coconut and vanilla or fresh linen. It will become your signature scent, so to say, and people will unconsciously start associating it with you even when you’re not around. If you’re wondering where the hell you can get coconut/linen scented deodorant, I personally use Wild(with the purchase they gave me two codes to give people a free reusable case that goes with the brand’s refills, but I don’t have friends so whoever uses these first can get one: CASEKZ4WK and CASE6834B. Sadly, I don’t make any money off of this lol I’m just leaving them here for you). I also know that Native makes similar scents, and I’ve seen youtubers promote it so you can probably find a code somewhere for that as well. They’re both promoted as eco-friendly and natural, so if that’s something you’re into you can look into them. I’m personally a fan because of the unique scents!
  If you’re looking for a perfume that smells like fresh linen, try BTS Jungkook’s recommendation of W.Dressroom 97 in April Cotton. It’s such a nice and comforting scent, unisex and cheap as well. 
• Lighting a fireplace – Maybe it’s the cottage lesbian in me, but there’s something very calming and aesthetic about lighting an old fireplace and the smell of burning wood. The first times you try to light one it’s a bit of a struggle bus but when you get the gist of it it’s not very difficult. As a bonus, you get to sit in front of it and read while you wait to see if the wood finally caught fire properly.
  

Buy me a coffee, I’ll write you a poem.