Latest Posts by etherealcallistan - Page 2

Not knowing names of songs I liked in a public place will forever come to haunt me in my dreams.

50 posts!

Lol yay i guess

What kind of a life would you want if you had the freedom and resources to choose?

Personally a little overstuffed cottage by the fields, a little family, a small library and a florist stall at the front would suffice.

"Because I'm starting to wonder if this is what being in love is. Being okay with ripping yourself to shreds, so the other person can stay whole"

- Olive, the Love Hypothesis

This book literally ruined me, it has taken over completely control of my thoughts, there's is not ONE single thought other than this book, I am losing my sanity I'm so down bad for the Adam Carlsen it’s not funny.

They’re so cute like I can’t handle it.

100% my new hyper-fixation for the next however long it’ll be.

Hello god it's me again....

Is it really love when they don’t listen to your rants on all your fictional crushes then secretly do things to match up to them?

love this bohemian maximalism

it’s like insane that an ancient writer knew the words i needed to hear a thousand years on and could see me through all that time but also. it’s not surprising in the least bc they felt as i felt and they sang as i sang and they did everything i’ve ever done there is no state of being which they have not already passed i am nothing new i am not alone and that is a great joy to know

Did this to my pen pal from Norway, I'm #so sorry.

#yes

That's it. That's their friendship.

Attacked.

“The danger with the eloquent poetess is that she might turn herself into a beautiful disaster.”

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my cartoon for yesterday’s @gdnsaturday #writing #pets https://www.instagram.com/p/CeIwKzfMixG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Watching percy jackson as an adult is going to be insane because when I was 12, it was super cool for a kid my age to be doing wild dangerous stuff but now it's like you small, tiny BABEY. YOU ARE A CHILD!! but also, you still are a super cool *half God* child and I still do want to see u be a badass doing wild dangerous stuff.

can’t believe there’s going to be a new generation of pjo fans who automatically picture walker scobell when they think of percy jackson and not a hodgepodge of viria and burdge’s fanart. does that make me old

“THE WORLD IS increasingly designed to depress us. Happiness isn’t very good for the economy. If we were happy with what we had, why would we need more? How do you sell an anti-ageing moisturiser? You make someone worry about ageing. How do you get people to vote for a political party? You make them worry about immigration. How do you get them to buy insurance? By making them worry about everything. How do you get them to have plastic surgery? By highlighting their physical flaws. How do you get them to watch a TV show? By making them worry about missing out. How do you get them to buy a new smartphone? By making them feel like they are being left behind. To be calm becomes a kind of revolutionary act. To be happy with your own non-upgraded existence. To be comfortable with our messy, human selves, would not be good for business.”

— Matt Haig, Reasons to Stay Alive (via theglasschild)

P.s. - photos belong to me, please don't repost without permission!!

Academia Aesthetic But Make It Indian

Pulling an all - nighter fueled by a herbal concoction that is one of your family recipe.

Discussing literature with your friends on zoom call over a cup of masala chai and Parle - G.

Having an enviable collection of jumkas.

Visiting the libraries (with appropriate precautions), museums, art galleries, ancient buildings and temples.

Studying in the temples/gurudwaras (if permitted, with due respect and measures). The dhoop-batti infused tranquility transporting you to the ancient times.

Lightening up an agar-batti or a dhoop-batti because scented candles are a bit too expensive and you're broke from buying that recent stack of books.

Draping a shawl that you borrowed from your parent's/grandparent's collection on cool winter months. Feeling like a royalty everytime it flutters with the wind.

Learning a classical language out of sheer fascination.

Reading your notes pretentiously to anyone who's willing to listen.... even if they're your plants/pets.

Getting up super early in the morning to study and feeling like a scholar from ancient times.

Coming up with your own concoction for your favourite beverage but secretly loving the way your mum makes it.

Pairing your Punjabi/Rajasthani Juttis with your every fancy outfit and Kolhapuri Chhappals with your every casual outfits.

Reading The Ramayana, The Bhagwat Geeta, The Vedas, The Mahabharata for the fascination of it or just because you want to!

Mumbling a mantra or a shloka that you used to listen from people around you as a kid, under your breath.

Quoting Ambedkar in your conversations.

Discussing about the ancient Greek, Roman, Norse, Egyptian or Pagan beliefs with your friends or your cousins or anybody who's interested.

Reading about all the scientists and mathematicians from ancient India and thinking about the apparatuses they used to counduct their respective researches.

Putting up the posters of your favourite personalities from the past and sticking tiny notes stating the attributes you find fascinating.

Looking upon the local women who broke the traditional roles and appreciating their valor.

Drinking nimbu-paani/Glucon-D out of the cups reserved for guests and feeling like a royalty.

Sticking up calligraphically written derivations on the walls and desks and the doors of cupboards..... basically any available surface, displaying them like your trophies.

Ditching ridiculously expensive eyeliner for your dadi's homemade kajal.

Swinging your chunni pretentiously everytime you make a valid point in a friendly debate with your "enemy" on whom you've a crush, feeling like a Harry Potter character.

Having a signature attar that announces your presence before you enter.

Downloading banned books and reading them secretly in family functions.

Tucking wild flowers behind your best friends' ear as you braid each other's hair in the school's loo.

Getting into arguments into public transport, in the classroom, on the tea stall and citing relevant points with sources.

Being the "pleasure to have in class" but also "should listen more and involve less into arguments with teachers."

Discussing mantras with your friends and learning new ones together.

Arching one eyebrow and smirking as you listen to an excellent piece of music.

Sharing playlist as you and your love sits under a tree reciting poetries to each other.

Going on a "street food discovery spree" with your friends all the while discussing about the deadly chemical medleys you read about in your chemistry class.

Practicing meditation and yoga as the first rays of sun hit the ground. (taking care of your mental health is a part of aesthetic too)

Borrowing your family heirlooms for special occasions and treating them as your most prized possessions.

Practicing classical dance/music (for people like me, who haven't practiced any and would require to train for a long time for the aforementioned arts, Shankh/conch shell is one musical instrument that is probably the easiest to play and doesn't require any prior training.)

Wrapping yourself in your grandfather's coats and feeling his warmth seep in through that piece of clothing...... also, a slight smell of Vicks.

Visiting the local fair and buying more jhumkas because you can never have enough, tbh.

Listening to Agamani-Vijaya songs as you stroll through the College Street, browsing the books.

Addressing your beloved after the names of uncharted scientists and philosophers.

Dhoti pants and khadi tops are go to summer apparels.

Leaving your crush's favourite flowers in their notes with sweet poetries you wrote for them in the candle light.

Sending magniloquent letters to your best friends and pretending to be pen-pals.

Vibing to Bhatiyali as you walk through the Howrah Bridge, imagining yourself as the protagonist of one of Taslima Nasrin's books.

Please feel free to add more!

Don't be shy, gift me a book and press a flower between the pages ;)

Imagine lending books to someone and they sent you flowers pressed in between the pages.

Indian Dark Academia>>>>

(photos belong to me, do not repost without credits!)

Yeah literally just put a ring on me the first time itself, I'll say yes🖐️🙄

I’d like to wish all tall lanky boys with messy hair a very I love you please marry me evening.

“Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds. It dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of a natural death.”

— Anais Nin

I haven’t been on tumblr for quite as long as a lot of people but over several years I’ve noticed this interesting gradual sorta,, shift in the general culture? that it went from this mostly depressed, nihilistic outlook where people would regularly joke about hating themselves and being hopeless and depressed, to a wave of vehemence of “STOP hating everything actually the world is Good and you deserve love!!!” type posts, to now, where those aggressive ‘PSAs’ have faded away and instead I regularly see people romanticizing simple things like stars and hot tea and rainy mornings, and waxing poetic about their friends, and just trying to put love out there. and I don’t know exactly what that means (someone who knows more than me could probably say something smart about generational expression and trauma or popular perception of mental health and whatnot), but I do know that it makes my heart very full to see people learn to love the world and themselves by extension, and a whole userbase adopting healthier coping mechanisms, and therefore teaching the younger users to do so as well. I might just be following different people, but I really do think we’ve grown. everyone has grown. five years ago it wasn’t unusual for the next post on my dash to be a scathing commentary on why nothing matters or an anon ripping into someone they barely knew or someone complaining about how pathetic their interests are. now I have mutuals who get excited and spam reblog art of cows and friends I see tagging each other in pictures of frogs and strangers writing paragraphs about how much I matter. it makes me happy. idk. just an observation I wanted to make. I think people are good and everyone’s just trying their best at the end of the day

Okay but like I just think about lovers who came before us, before the advent of technology. When they had to yearn for days and days until their next letter and then the feeling of excitement mixed with curiosity whilst promising of secretly meeting them in a dingy place where a million conversations would happen in just a few words while their eyes hold each other captive or sneaking glances at each other in public and the unresolved sexual tension which keeps growing with every second of every minute and if they accidentally touch each other------

gosh where do I sign up?

i will never understand people who don’t like history. how can you not be entranced by something so intertwined in every step you take and everything you set your eyes on? how can you not love something that explains everything from the ground you walk on to the clothes you wear and the tongue you speak? how can you not adore something that tells the tale of every human who ever walked the earth? how can you not like something so deeply human?

You wanna know what's the most romantic thing ever?

Invisible man and his invisible girlfriend.

Imagine being in love with someone solely because she's the only one who actually understands you,

Who actually feels what it's been like for you,

Who has had the exact same life and hardships as you,

And the best part?

She doesn't care about your looks,

She doesn't care if you have a pre pubescent moustache or the hottest of bodies.

She only cares if you'll hold her hand forever in this invisible judgemental world.

And in a poetically injustice sort of a way,

.........

She's the only one who sees you.

And I'd have it no other way.

What I've learnt from the mirror,

Is if you stare too hard, you'll see a stranger.

One fine day my bestfriend asked me why I was so sad all the time and I just thought about how everything and nothing was making me sad. It wasn't a concrete experience I could pick out of my mind and say, "hey I'm sad about this", because honestly I don't know. I don't know what I'm sad about and I want to tell you I'm not okay but I don't know where to begin there is so much to be sad about and so less to be happy for. Sadness is a constant feeling, my sanctuary and happiness is like grains of sand it keeps slipping from my palms the more I try to hold on to it so I've stopped trying.

Oh the intimacy of eye contact, it's like looking right into the depths of their soul. An embrace like no other, I think that's why sometimes we can't maintain it for too long because it's the most vulnerable we could be. It's deeper than any intimacy physical contact could bring you.