Noun
[tab-yuh-luh rah-suh, -zuh, rey-]
1. a mind not yet affected by experiences, impressions, etc.
2. anything existing undisturbed in its original pure state.
Origin: In Latin tabula rasa means “erased tablet, a tablet rubbed clean (of writing).” Tabula has many meanings: “flat board, plank, table, notice board, notice, game board, public document, deed, will.” For schoolchildren the schoolmaster’s command Manum dē tabulā “Hand(s) off the tablet!” meant “Pencils down!” Rasa is the past participle of radere “to scrape, scratch, shave, clip.” The inside surfaces of a folded wooden tablet were raised along the edges and filled with wax for writing. The wax could be erased by smoothing with the blunt end of a stylus (more correctly stilus) or by mild heat. The Latin phrase is a translation of Greek pinakìs ágraphos “tablet with nothing written on it, blank tablet,” from Aristotle’s De Anima (Greek Perì Psychês, “On the Soul): “What it [the mind] thinks must be in it just as characters may be said to be on a writing tablet (pinakìs) on which nothing is yet actually written (ágraphos).” Tabula rasa entered English in the 16th century.
“The alarm wakes him, and he opens his eyes to a new day. He feels rested, reset, a tabula rasa.” - Lisa Genova, Inside The O'Briens, 2015
I may not be a pastor to replenish and cleanse your sins, but should you have any unresolved resolutions and need to vent, then I am here to bless you.
A new begining shall occur, and we must drop the weights we bring from yesterday so that tomorrow can be anew.
serva me, servabo te- save me and I will save you
venti, vidi, vici- I came, I saw, I conquered
capax infiniti- holding infinity
ita vero- thus indeed
mea vita- my life (in reference to someone)
amata- beloved
ad astra per aspera- to the stars through difficulties
stēllāns- having the appearance of stars
amera vita- love life
Gras es noster- The future is ours
if you realize you’ve been studying for hours: grab a snack to refuel your body and watch a sitcom to refuel your brain. then back to the books.
if you’re feeling stressed out: take some deep breaths, text your friends, maybe stare at a wall for a few minutes. gather yourself.
if you can’t seem to focus: get moving and get outside. take out the garbage, check your mail box, maybe walk your dog. just get moving and get fresh air. it’ll help bring you back.
if there’s something else going on in your life and you can’t get it off your mind: write down what’s going through your head, sort of like a diary entry. it’ll help you work things out.
if you’re just mentally and physically exhausted: set a timer for 25-30 minutes and take a nap. any longer and you’ll hit REM and you’ll wake up feeling just as tired. once you wake up, get some caffeine in you.
if the material is boring as hell: find another way to study. see if there’s a crash course video online about it or draw out what you’re trying to learn in diagrams and pictures to make it fun.
if people around you won’t shut up: listen to some music. soundtrack and classical music is always good because they won’t absorb you as much as music with lyrics. white noise (like ocean waves, rain sounds, etc.) also works.
if you only half understand a concept: call/message a friend who’s not in the class and try to teach the material to them. this will help you mentally work through the material and will help you remember it as well.
listening to hozier at late evenings ;
ah, you wish it was never summer again ;
tight, heavy scarfs hug your neck ;
hot chocolate: a lot of it ;
when you look out of window and see snow ;
reading winter-set classics — there's nothing better ;
hot chocolate, again ;
wool blankets and sweaters ;
cold, harsh vibes...
or cozy, warm ones ;
watching the environment slowly fall asleep ;
wearing even more turtlenecks than you did before ;
feeling like a winter fairy ;
studying charles dickens ;
dancing in empty hallways ;
meeting those weird aunts with whom you in some way connects ;
finding winter-themed words in dictionaries ;
reading winter myths ;
reading in a calm setting ;
celebrating yule and/or winter solstice
ron hick's paintings
read in 2019. the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde
you will always be fond of me. i represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.
it's crazy that people can consume the same media yet come away with vastly different & wrong opinions. not me though because i'm always right
People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They feed the hungry and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked.
You will always be loved, and you will always be in love with love.
Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes.
He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize.
There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.
Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.
The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
I love acting. It is so much more real than life.
If this girl can give a soul to those who have lived without one, if she can create the sense of beauty in people whose lives have been sordid and ugly, if she can strip them of their selfishness and lend them tears for sorrows that are not their own, she is worthy of all your adoration, worthy of the adoration of the world.
One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.
We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful.
If thought could exercise its influence upon a living organism, might not thought exercise an influence upon dead and inorganic things? Nay, without thought or conscious desire, might not things external to ourselves vibrate in unison with our moods and passions, atom calling to atom in secret love or strange affinity?
It is said that passion makes one think in a circle.
when sappho said “in the crooks of your body i find my religion” and when hozier said “the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you”
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