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& that makes anything possible.
a heart-warming story for your Thursday.
♥
J. Cole - Stay
“wholeness, harmony & radiance”
united.
Let it Be Great!
Hi, sweet thing! How have you been?
It’s February, my gentle darling, IN THE AIR! calmsup. I want you to leave all those blues, downs & ):s for a while, let’s contradict the weather outside & save a couple of minutes for our wellbeing.
Few months ago, I was thinking of the possibility of a department that only studies the famous writers & poets according to their zodiac signs & categorises them into little groups & also helps desperate literature students like us comprehend the whole frame better. But this department would be completely free from the science (yes, SCIENCE) Astrology, & follow a serious academic path. Did I dream of something really big and.. nonsensical? Right this second & without further thinking, I would say Y E S & try not the convince myself for the opposite but.. (Here we goo..) I’m really tired of the fabricated assumptions & useless decoding methods brought forward by some of the critics. None of them ever stated “here, the author precisely means what s/he intentionally meant” Always a hidden message after something & I guess that’s where most of us start going prosaic even before the graduation. Anyway, back to the point; If some critics are really passionate about writing countless pages over a word that the author used, I’m asking why there isn’t a field of study that evaluates them from a different point of view?
And Sir, I have some sensible reasons to make myself known before your eyes & demand a second consideration for the existence of such a department in our borders. ~Trial passes~ & ~Kingdom prospers~ Wooo!
And the second part; What is your sign, cutie? Have you ever given a thought about how many great people (in the history/now) shares the same sign with you? Or are you a non-believer of Astrology? Still good. Regardless of what you believe (out of these astrological aspects) what I believe is that the harmony in nature somehow affects us, (like seasonal mood swings) & knows how to perform its powers at the most unexpected time. Since being a random humanum genus, I just cannot ignore the effects of these powerful elements at the time I was born.
I’ve been lately searching the famous people who are also Aquarian (It all started with Dickens. and then jumped to Donne.. Marlowe.. Joyce.. oh well) In the beginning I couldn’t believe how the basic traits of Aquarius were reflected in their works. The main focus on the social problems, mocking & satirical tone & always being a rebel (here towards religion as for the last two) in their era. With such distinguished personalities they were definitely ahead of their time.
Thinking of Jules Verne, Galileo, Etta James & many more is enough for me to find the inspiration for the times when I need most. So why don’t you try it for yourself? Just start checking some of the great people that you admire (I’m pretty sure many of them share the same sign; all about attractions! :) and leave the rest to your imagination!
All I suggest is a simple way; how to enliven our imagination & to keep ourselves motivated in the hustle & bustle of everyday living. & if you’re willing to give it a chance, start with reading some of the quotes (have plenty of time? then read the (auto)biographies; that’s what I usually do)Thanks to the magnitude of their works many of these artists made their names known until 21st century, so who says you cannot?
+ things might be helpful ;) Who2 & Zodiac Lounge February
& don’t forget to D R E A M B I G!
.. some harmonious melodies for the weather..
↓ & Blessings.
I think whatever you do, if you are going to do well or even if you don’t do it well, you have to have a passion for it, and I am passionate about it. I love it. I respect it and it gets me. I get off on acting.
Jack Lemmon §
“Where should we go?”
She’d given him a serious look and paid the check herself, and then they’d walked quickly to her apartment on the rue Picot. Her sister was out for the evening and they hadn’t even turned on the lights or pretended they were there for anything else. He’d been surprised by her intensity - she was very Catholic, after all, and he’d guessed she’d be timid and full of guilt. But the guilt came much later. For the moment, there was only the totally convincing and wonderful strangeness of her. Her narrow hips and very long white legs were nothing like his wife’s. Her breasts were like the small tight halves of peaches and she was a new country, and he was very happy to be with her as long as he didn’t think about what it stood for.
When he went home to his wife, he’d felt like a terrible shit for doing it and swore to himself that it wouldn’t happen again. And then, when it did, over and over, more and more planned and deliberate all the time, he wondered how he’d ever get out of the mess he’d made. If Hadley knew it would kill her twice, once for each of them betraying her. But if she didn’t, well, that was almost worse. It wasn’t quite true, that way, because she was his life and nothing meant anything if she didn’t know it.
He loved them both and that’s where the pain came in. He carried it in his head like a fever and made himself sick thinking about it. And sometimes, after hours lying awake, it came to him clearly that he only had to change his life to match his circumstances. Pound had managed it. He had Shakespear and Olga both and no one doubted he loved them. He didn’t have to lie; everyone knew everything and it all worked because he’d kept pushing and hadn’t compromised or become someone else.
[…]
Why couldn’t Pfife be his girl? The arrangement might be deadly, but couldn’t marriage also be, if it banked the coals in you? You could grow very quiet in marriage. A new girl got you talking and telling her everything made it fresh again. She called you out of your head and stopped the feeling that the best part of you was being shaved away, inch by inch. You owed her for that. No matter what else happened, however terrible, you wouldn’t forget.
- Paula McLain, The Paris Wife
Missy Elliott & Erykah Badu - Sock It To Me (Duncan Gerow)
eau de vie.
₪kay.
Remember My Name
Hi, beloved. 
Hope everything is going extra extra well with you.
Months chase the weeks, weeks welcome the days.. the little wench manages to survive in her final week(s) (one more to go!) Almost completed my third year at the university, woooow, tempus figit, & a bit faster especially when you do what you love (okay, & maybe sometimes one of those love-hate relationships - They’re overloading us! HELP!!)
Before say goodbye to the rest of my sanity, I thought it would be pretty nice to share another topic that I’ve found disturbing nowadays. Have you ever realised that the tradition (couldn’t come up with a better word) of asking somebody’s name (generally at the first sight) has dropped dramatically lately? Y/N, time to raise some awareness! People are more engaged themselves in catching somebody on Facebook rather than asking for his/her name (generally at the first sight) Maybe, it’s only my bad luck that attracts this sort of people in my life but I feel as if they were doubling their number in each day! Do you have a Facebook? Ask My Name First. Are you using WhatsApp, so we can talk there easily? What do you know about my age? Bla Bla sent this photo on Instagram, oh, so funny. Maybe I should ask him for a tea.. A little sip will do good, surely. Yes, I’m only on Twitter & don’t see any harm of having 2-3 accounts on social network so long as you are aware that you have a life to live out of these little screens. & Do you want to know what happened when these newly met people couldn’t find me on their favourite networks? They had a spontaneous combustion, & burneth.. bright flames, & died screaming “I am the Duchess of Malfi still.” No need to emphasise that was a joke, right? (outofthisfinalweekzone) Ready? Here it comes; They started to associate me with the things or colours that I mostly pick. The people from sociology knows me as “the girl from psychology class!” my friend from gym prefers to call me “the girl in purple” & the man at the cafeteria shoots at me in the queue “Hey, Linden! what would you like to drink todaaay?” LotsOfLove. See, no one literally knows my name. & did Rihanna really have a point when we let her occupy our minds with that chorus?! please, say no.
I’m 100% agree with one of the most people in the world when she called this; d e h u m a n i s a t i o n. Why do we skip asking someone’s name first? When did we become like this? What happened to the old conversations? 18th Century English novels are full of titles with the full name of the protagonist; what has changed/been altered? What is the rush of “having” somebody on your virtual friendlist? Many questions.. I don’t want to put the all blame on social networks; but I’m pretty sure of the one thing, we’re being dehumanised. & the likelihood of the continual of this nightmarish process offers nothing but the very next thing; one’s losing control over him/herself.
They are my truths that I live by. I don’t expect you to accept them blindly. I brought them to the surface, brushed off their dust & presented to you, only you; the unique being with a nice name.
Takes a break from all of your worries, girl, now focus on some pink&blue. Besides workout, here are some things that keep me sane during my finals. (Tested & Approved. Trust me)
So, you still think that they will not work the same for you.
Okay, relax, take breaths & read some poems. Read them aloud. Try a new genre.
Remind the ancient definitions of what you are made of.
Redefine Love with Donne, Realise the transitory Life with A. Marvell.
Be free + practise this today;
Blessings & Love.
♥
