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I’ll start: it would take approximately 1 year and 8 months to heat up a cup of coffee by yelling at it.

sometimes making tea is less about drinking it and more about it keeping you company

autumn in art [winter]

vincent van gogh / natasha tarasova / arthur rackham / john william waterhouse / carl friedrich deiker / jasper francis cropsey / john atkinson grimshaw / loré pemberton

book recs masterpost

an ever-updating masterpost of books i've recommended. please check these before you ask for recommendations in case they've been covered —

fiction

"the tragedy still happened, but it was important that the love was there"

japanese literature

korean literature [1], [2]

gothic writing

spooky adult horror gothic

some favourites

marathi books

some ruskin bond

indian fiction [1], [2], historical fiction, stories, [3], [4]

non-fiction

general assorted ones i like

some favourites

about people living through crises

on geopolitics, foreign policy, international affairs

on political philsophy

vaguely sociology

biographies

on economic history

on the silk route

on prisons, convict labour

on afghanistan, soviet invasion, terror

capitalism

on language and linguistics

on the ancient and prehistoric world

just a bunch on india

the indus valley

indian aestheticism, art

gupta empire

sangam literature

on the northeast

india and southeast asia

nur jahan, mughal women | more

islamic conquest and state-making

on kashmir

assorted nonfiction

colonisation and aftereffects

on nationalism

on cities

on mumbai

on bollywood in bombay

on cities

on delhi

on kolkata

essays

history, migration, labour

art, reading, travel, gender, sports

nature, climate, some history

political economy, environmental and urban history, cartography and space

my comfort books

light reading

books that have got me out of my slumps

on art, photography, aesthetics, design [1], [2], [3]

on the environment

just some story and essay collections

you have to listen to loud music . it scares the evil creatures from your head

can’t criticize plastic surgery as an institution because it’s none of your business if a woman wants to “fix” her insecurities. can’t criticize the makeup industry or beauty standards because some women feel good when they shave and wear makeup. can’t bring up the challenges women face in the workplace because some women want to be stay at home wives instead of working. everything a woman does is automatically feminist and we shouldn’t stop to think about the context surrounding her actions because that would be misogynistic. here’s what i had for girl dinner. according to my girl math the barbie movie was a revolutionary piece of feminist media. i may not show it but i feel the life slowly draining from me day by day.

take the sadness out of saturday night is like. i am living in the shadow of my mother’s grief. i need to get out of my hometown. i want to fall in love. grief has cut me off from the good parts of the world for too long. the world is on fucking fire. i want to run. come home with me. my hometown looks beautiful with you in the passenger seat. i want to feel everything there is to feel. who will i be if i set down the grief that has shaped me? so many things are bad but this band is playing like it’s their last night on earth. i want to be so big that no one could ever miss me. the only person i ever want to look at me is you. this pain has overstayed its welcome. i loved your shadow and you ran. you’re still running. you’re a stranger i know best. i’m still on your side. i can’t believe i thought loving someone else’s shadow would be enough to save me from my own. this faith can’t fill the canyon grief carved in me, but it doesn’t run as deep anymore. i have so much hope. i don’t feel like i earned any of it. what do i do with it? i am going to hold on.

Hogwarts first year: PART 1

First semester, September to December

babygirl i have pdfs that even i don't know about