#old soul
I have always kind of felt that I have an old soul. That I’ve lived many lives and I may even be on my last one and I feel so wise for 21 sometimes it’s like I’ve lived 1,000 years. And I’m just kind of floating through life no matter what happens and dealing with it. I can’t figure out what I want to do with my life maybe it’s because I’ve already done it all. I used to have dreams about places I swear I’ve never been to and people who seem familiar but I know I’ve never met, speaking languages even that I personally can’t speak. Maybe my only purpose is to live. I think I can handle that.
today at the vintage market, a vendor asked me why I wanted a certain old-fashioned accessory item, because it would make ‘a young woman like me look old’ and I just said: my soul was probably already born old
I would just like to take a carriage ride to the museum.️
More than a year ago I created a hashtag on Instagram (the.sparkling.reader), an aesthetic that could be a home for all those particular styles that are inspired by the past: I created #antiqueacademia.
If you like
- Dark Academia
- Light Academia
- Victorian Era
- Edwardian Era
- Antiquities
- Art
- History
- Gothic
- Everything vintage
Antique Academia It’s the aesthetic for you!
Antique Academia it’s a home for artists, for creators. It combines styles such as Dark Academia, Light Academia, Victorian, Edwardian, Georgian and Gothic style.
It’s an aesthetic suspended between past and present, a place where you can find the beauties of the past, vintage objects, art, literature, music and history.
It’s a small place of peace and freedom of expression.
Thank you to everyone who is using this hashtag here on Tumblr !
It’s always worth dusting off old memories and old emotions that we have forgotten in the bottom of the drawer of our mind, because we are humans and humans feed on emotions, whether they are positive or negative.️️
I’m spending these December days in my desk full of university books, drinking cups of coffee, tea and sometimes hot chocolate, watching the rain falling outside the window, enjoying the snowy air coming down from the white mountains and saying goodbye to autumn that always lasts too short and welcoming the winter that will bring with it the joy of Christmas.
Today was a rainy and cold day, leaves were falling on the ground and rain was pattering against the window panes.☕️️
For those who may be interested, this is my Instagram account the.sparkling.reader.
I hope you enjoy it!☕️️
I spent a week traveling around Rome, Pisa and Florence, three of the most beautiful art cities in the world. I’ve walked in some of the oldest streets and churches, I’ve visited museums and monuments that have made history, I’ve cried tears of emotion in front of works that I have dreamed of seeing for a lifetime, I’ve visited flea markets, places where you can find old treasures that have been forgotten for many years and to which you can give new life.️
Now I return to everyday life even if my mind already lives in autumn, immersed in cold weather and rainy days, dry leaves on the asphalt, coats and sweaters that keep warm and drinks to sip in front of a lit fireplace.☕
Today is a rainy day and with a cup of iced tea in my hands I’m thinking about childhood memories. I’m a melancholy person, so I often find myself browsing through old family albums, and seeing the faces of all the people I have loved in my life makes me feel happy. I believe that letters and photos are the best way to make a person exist forever, to always feel them close to you.☕️
Newspaper clippings, the smell of ink, old family photos, porcelain mugs with black tea marks, letters found in the drawers of the grandparents’ house, remnants of candle wax, mini glass bottles with memories of the woods and old ruined books. These are some of the things you can find on my desk.️️
One of the many things that my mum and my maternal grandma have passed on to me is the love for antiques.
I love to collect objects from past eras, objects that have already lived several lives in different eras than the one in which I live, objects that have their own history. I like to fantasize about the previous owners, who they were, what they did in their life. The objects I collect are not simply objects of value (in fact most are not) but objects that have had, and still have, sentimental value, such as letters, postcards, books with dedics.
My latest purchase was this newspaper clipping from the early 1900s on a ledger from the 1830s.
It consists in multiple pages, and most of them talk about the campaigns of excavations at Nippur.
What I imagine when I have these pages in my hand is a woman of the Edwardian era, in her forties, a lover of history and archaeological discoveries, who in her free time cuts out newspaper pieces on the things that interest her most to paste them on this old and abandoned ledger, and perhaps to tell her grandchildren some adventure stories when they come to visit her.️️
A porcelain cup with black tea, milk and cinnamon, old photographs, ink stains, gray and cloudy sky, a knitted cardigan that belonged to my grandmother and my current reading.️☕
Earthing- The act of going outdoors barefoot and absorbing the earth’s energy through the soles of your feet. Sometimes we don’t need crystals, herbs, incense, or oils to cleanse and replenish our aura. Next time you are feeling out of balance try simply taking yourself outside and wiggling your naked toes in the dirt or grass. Feel the circle of life around you, connect with mother nature and she will reward your effort with healing and peace.
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A lot of people think there is something sad or unfortunate about being an only child… but I don’t see my life as lacking. For better or for worse, being an only child has strongly shaped me, and made me into the person I am today. I don’t regret not having a sibling because there’s nothing there to regret. As an only child, I matured at a much quicker rate than my peers. Even today in my mid-20s, I gravitate towards people who are older than me by a solid 10 years, whether it’s for friendship or romantic interest. I have always felt like an old soul, probably because I was able to engage in adult conversation at a young age. Being an only child has made me more independent, more imaginative, and more able to enjoy solidarity.
got an early birthday gift from my sister, this french antique dial telephone. i have been dreaming of having one like this and to remake it so that it actually works! for now it makes a beautiful decoration.
current read, giving me very much the witch film vibes, which i absolutely love.
