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“To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.” 

—W.E.B. Du Bois The Soul of Black Folk

Hey warning to all you chaotic academia peeps: the point of chaotic academia is that there’s no right way to do it. If you’re academic and you’re not pretentious, congrats. You can be a chaotic academic. But this whole “more of a disaster than you” and “flexing unhealthy habits and achievements” is just the same bullshit under a different name. You’re not superior for being academic. Check your ego at the door, please.

don’t you fret, monsieur marius

i don’t feel any pain

a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now

- a little fall of rain, lés misérables

If you’ve followed me for a while, you know my all-time favorite book is Michael Ondaatje’s The English Patient. Anyone who truly loves this book (or the equally great—albeit different—film) has, at a minimum, become intrigued with one of the settings: the pre-WW2 Libyan Desert. I’m going to start a series of posts that will provide some background information to The English Patient (TEP). This is the first. Also, I should mention that while TEP is a work of fiction, it borrows (steals?) greatly from events and individuals who really existed. The explorers and cartographers of TEP traveled to the Libyan Desert in the early- and late-1930s in search of the “lost oasis” of Zerzura, a mythical city that curiously is said to have existed in one of the harshest stretches of the Libyan Desert. The discovery of an oasis here, in one of the last unexplored regions on earth, was a call to adventure with the promise of historical immortality for any fraternity of explorers who might find it, as with it they would breathe life and certainty into a people and culture that was rumored to have existed for centuries. More to come.  Pictured: 1861 edition of Herodotus’ Histories; March 1933 and April 1939 editions of The Geographical Journal, published by the Royal Geographical Society, London.

hi,

*deep breath*

my name is nyx and i’m (re)entering the writeblr community. i’m into anime (haikyuu/atla/cowboy bebop), good music, computer science, space things, and creative writing. i specifically write/read ya, urban fantasy, poetry, mythology, fantasy/sci-fi or anything good.

this blog is mainly to get me to fall in love with my writing again and to push myself to write again and better. i’m probably going to be posting poems and parts of current works on here and reblogging other cool things.

please like/reblog/follow if you’re a writeblr and i’ll do the same for you.

p.s. the lowercase is on purpose

Academia style but make it inclusive 🦇✨🥀

Happy Eid Fitr to all my dear muslim followers🌙

I know that this year's ramadan has been very challenging as mosques were closed and in a month of unity, meeting with friends and family just wasn't possible. I am very sorry you will not be able to celebrate Eid as you usually do because everyone is working hard to maintain social distancing. I heard that many muslims were kindly helping and donating more generously during that holy month, to that, as a citizen of the world going against a global pandemic, I am very thankful. I hope you will keep staying safe and want to tell you that better days will come.

Mimi your friendly ghost 👻💜

Idk how you could stan Dorian, he gives 0 fucks about anyone unless it directly benefits him 🤮

i’m watching an art theft documentary and they’re interviewing this art history professor from new york who was asked to go with the fbi to authenticate a rubens that had been stolen but it was a sting operation so they had to pretend like they weren’t the fbi, that they were some private buyer about to pay $3.5 million for it, and the fbi was like “this is a VERY delicate operation because you never know how they will react to what you have to say so let the agent do all of the talking, don’t say a word to anyone just nod if it’s the rubens, the last operation we did the guy in your position got shot because things went wrong in a second” and then it cuts to the professor’s interview and he says “i wasn’t going to fly down to miami to be a part of an undercover fbi sting operation to handle what could be rubens’s aurora and just NOT say anything. i was gonna have to ad lib a little” and then he tells the interviewer that when he & the fbi agent got to the hotel while he was examining the painting he started lecturing the other people, first on how badly they had wrapped it, and then about like how it had been painted, the history of it, what the subject was and what she was doing, etc etc, and he was like “i hadn’t taught a class on rubens in 15 years, so for me it was like being back in the classroom except my students couldn’t leave”