#literature academia

—hypotheses and predictions scribbled on the corners of pages, out of reach and untamed by the lined notebooks

—almost-decent hairdos; short, slightly ruffled hair, a low ponytail with locks of hair falling into one’s eyes after a day of being absorbed in work

—alternatively, impossibly immaculate hair

—a wild glint in one’s eyes, a sudden stroke of inspiration

—the hushed but hurried flipping of pages

—a collection of pens of wholly different brands and in entirely different states; some with bits of plastic chipping off, some with parts that seem to be pieced together using different pens

—penning down every thought or potential idea, on any surface that has the misfortune of being nearest to you

—noticing every single detail of the movement of something, your mind wandering from how it works to how it fits into the grand scheme of things

—off-putting yet thought-evoking questions

—either having extremely organised notes with clear-line diagrams and labels, or having sketchy diagrams and spur-of-the-moment notes. no in-between.

—always going through black or blue-black pens the fastest

—wandering through a library or bookshop with no intention nor end-goal, yet finding yourself exactly where you needed to be

—low-cut doc martens with mid or low socks

—cream or dark-coloured pants with a loose white blouse