Part 1 // Part 2
Languages and Linguistics
Old papers in foreign scripts. That place between sleep and wakefulness where dreams bleed into reality. Tea in fine china. Riddles. A crystal chandelier that catches the light and sends sunspots across the room. A haunting melody from a lone violin. Whispers in candle-light.
Law
Coffee rings on a newspaper. A confident swagger through grand, austere courthouses. Red lips, turtlenecks, trench coats. Old parchment. Ink smudges on fingers and face and clothes. Slumping piles of research in dim lamplight. A laugh that chimes like bells but hides something darker. Red wine. Trilling piano.
Criminology
A dream of a bloodstained dagger. Black coffee, wild eyes, shaking fingers. Excited whispers in dark hallways. Frantic notes and connections, chaotic and smudged and hardly discernible. Crosswords. Cold waves crashing against a cliff. Puzzle pieces fitting together. You spin until you’re dizzy.
Education
Passion that seizes your soul and locks your limbs and loosens your lips until the words come pouring out. Wild gesticulations. A Victorian office adorned with old maps, and books, and memorabilia. Secret passages. Clandestine lectures and secret societies. Giddy smiles and narrowed eyes. You hold hands and run.
Architecture
Meticulous notes, calculations and drawings. Getting lost in other worlds. Measured breaths, hopeful looks. Precise footsteps that draw closer. A Greek statue that seems mournful, somehow, and you can’t look away. Dreams of spires, and and stone, and marble. Birdsong.
Theatre/Performing arts
A human skull upon a stack of paper. Collapsing dramatically into a fainting chair. Passionate love confessions with tragic ends. Shakespeare and Baudelaire. Dancing on tables in restricted rooms. Nefarious plots. Blood pacts. Violent string concertos.
Business/Marketing
Tweed blazers, leather shoes. Fancy dinner parties, where everyone knows more than they’re saying. Fiery arguments. Gothic architecture. Brandy. Fingers tapping on a wooden table. A simple but meaningful pendant. A wink from someone you think you know.
Part 4 coming soon
⭒ ghibli scenes ⭒
It’s in everything we see.
It’s in the way the Sun rises and sets.
It’s in the way the Moon waxes and wanes.
It’s in the way the Ocean rises and falls.
It’s in the way the Earth gives and takes.
It’s ever present, and you can see it.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.]
Koyaanisqatsi (1982) | dir. Godfrey Reggio
Lorna Dee Cervantes, “Raisins” (from From the Cables of Genocide: Poems of Love and Hunger)
I swear I get sad if I wake up and one is on the floor
no YOU live in a society i live in this frame of pride and prejudice
Let’s see it 😂👏🏻
Vintage book covers
My pressed flowers collection: pink edition 🌼