Thinking About Desire Paths

I love you PBS I love you NPR I love you public libraries I love you wikipedia I love you project gutenberg I love you librivox I love you libby I love you hoopla I love you openlibrary I love you internet archive I love you resources that make information free and accessible to the public

Don't sabotage your identity trying to name it. Let it be undefined, permeable, mixed, peculiar, unapologetically authentic. Be in peace with being unprecedented, with not fitting anywhere, with being adrift. Before flight, there's a free fall.

a lot on my mind right now (broths)

Little longhorn~

Sunrise, Louise Glück

There is a musk that comes from academia, which I'll attempt to describe.

It starts with the smell of wood. Where a building isn't stone, it is old lacquered hard wood that has also been absorbing the elements for centuries. Outdoors, it is wet and slick, but indoors, the dryness preserves it, and absorbs the scents brought in such as leather and cigarettes and cigars and the spilled whiskey.

There is the scent of people as well, permeating throughout. Academia is often thought of as a solitary environment, but lectures and classes and clubs and parties, they bring together women, men and others in a tight space often. There's the scent of sweat and perfume and cologne, but also the inimitable aroma that comes from worn leather and damp wool. Breath these in deep enough, and your mind and soul are transported to events that have transpired over the course of decades, if not longer. The deep bellied laughter, the intimate whispers, and even the silence between two or more forbidden lovers, gazing from across the room.

Finally of course, there's the musk of books. Of paper, flax, cotton and leather, of the glue binding in the spine, and the collected dust of a hundred years. That scent is the book dying, the materials with which it was made slowly degrading over a prolonged period. A finely trained nose might even determine a book's age, from the distinct smell of the materials used by printers at the time.

Breath it all in, and let yourself feel everything that these fragrances evoke in your mind. Longing, desire, nostalgia, lust, anger, sadness, melancholy. The history that has passed may guide your present and future.

The relation between nature and human being: Agnieszka Lepka

Pixel forest art 🦌🌿💐🧚

Winter Cottagecore Things

Chopping/stacking firewood.

Bending down in front of a wood-burning stove, feeling the warmth of it as you nudge the embers to life again.

Bringing the biggest quilts out of the closet for your guests. They have traveled in the cold for a while.

Long wool stockings to keep away the chill.

The whistle of a tea kettle from the kitchen.

The warmth of a mug in your hands while you stand on the porch, watching your breath curl in the air.

Big comfortable boots, because the outdoors are still calling.

Getting to wear all the comfy clothes you spent the rest of the year knitting/crocheting.

Mittens. Just mittens.

Oatmeal full of honey to warm you up in the morning.