Pretentious - Blog Posts
Do you read books on murder and people getting away with it? Do you often wish upon deaths of the rotten people in the world? Do you find the notion of living in isolation with coffee and a book intriguing? Do you fall in love with morally grey anti heros? Do people call you unusual and insane? Do you wake up everyday wishing you didn't? Do you consider yourself to be better than others at the same time feeling inferior in a world that doesn't accept you?
If not then you are actully a fully functioning human being who does not rely their life's worth on hopeless soul searching and "you can't sit with us" *Gretchen Wiener voice*
Moon, night, stars, chilly breeze, incoming dark clouds. Introspection, solitude, nostalgia, melancholy. Unsent love letters, writing in journals, dead roses. Cold coffee, cold hands, chess games. Latin phrases, French compliments, obscure books. Fyodor Dostoevsky, Donna Tartt, Sylvia Plath, William Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde. Chase Atlantic, The Weeknd, Lana Del Rey, The Neighbourhood, PLAZA. Formula 1, Ferrari team, Carlos Sainz, Max Verstappen. Sapiosexuality, pretentious lovers, dark-haired boys, hazel eyes.
Mes amours... 🥀
my classmate invited me to some gathering with her artistic friends where we would enjoy photos (from some old camera i quess) projected on a balcony wall and drink wine. She herself said that its very pretentious and that is exactly what i am looking for but i am intimidated by the chaotic academia vibe people coming, what should i do?
Secret societies are still the fashion
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Vivamus, moriendum est | Let us live, since we must die
Exigo a me non ut optimus par sim sed ut malis melio | I require myself not to be equal to the best, but to be better than the bad
Vive ut Vivas | Live to live
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni | We enter the circle at night and are consumed by fire.
Flectere si nequeo superos, acheronta movebo | If I can not bend the will of Heaven, I shall move Hell | Aeneid, Virgil
Neutiquam erro | I am not lost
In Omnia Paratus | Ready for anything
↠ Latin Phrases
I’ve been collecting these phrases for a while. Now, I’m finally posting them!
In absentia lucis, tenebrae vincunt | In the absence of light, darkness prevails
Dulce periculum | Danger is sweet
Non ducor duco | I am not lead; I lead
Cogito ergo sum | I think, therefore I am
Lux brumalis | The light of winter
Alis propriis volat | She flies with her own wings
Bibere venenum in auro | To drink poison from a golden cup
Est quaedam flere voluptas | There is a certain pleasure in weeping
Ut incepit fidelis sic permanet | Loyal she began, thus she remains
Si vis pacem, para bellum | If you want peace, prepare for war
Luceat lux vestra | Let your light shine
Vidi Vidi Amavi | I came, I saw, I loved | Julius Caesar
Astra inclinant, sed non obligant | The stars incline us, they do not bind us.
Sic semper tyrannis | Thus always to tyrants | Marcus Junius Brutus
Aeternum vale | Farewell forever
Curae leves loquuntur ingentes stupent | Slight griefs talk, great ones are speechless.
Fortuna vitrea est; tum cum splendet frangitur | Fortune is glass; just when it gleams brightest it shatters | Publilius Syrus
Hinc illae lacrimae | Hence these tears | Terence
I am at 69 posts and I am overjoyed at the humorous sexual implication. And, as with any joy, I wish to share it with the world; to scream it from the rooftops for all to hear. Thrilled, I rush to my keyboard to quickly type out a short joke. However, I am met with a dilemma: if I make a post about it, the source of my joy will be no more, as it will be my 70th post. But, if I don't make a post, no one will ever know that it even existed in the first place.
So I must choose: should I commemorate this beautiful moment and, by doing so, end it? Or should I preserve this moment forever, but never celebrate it? Which kind of death is more real? To die in public or live in secret?
I save the post as a draft and promise myself that I'll come back and choose. I come back but I don't choose. The post just grows longer and longer as I promise myself, again and again, that I'll make a choice next time. If I can just perfect it, if I can just string together a flawless sequence of words for my thoughts, then the correct choice will be obvious - then I won't need to live in this moment forever.
My therapist tells me this is a recurring thing for me: to be caught between wanting to live in yesterday and wanting to control tomorrow. I think I'm scared of change. I think I feel small. I think I'm scared of being alone. I think I feel small. I think I try to control the things I'm scared of. I think I feel small. I think I try to bottle and taxidermize joy instead of feeling it. I think I feel small. I think showing people my joy is a proxy for feeling it. I think I feel small. I think death scares me but I don’t know which kind scares me more.
On one hand, I wish I could live in the moment and celebrate today instead of trying to preserve it. I wish that I spent more time making decisions and less time deciding. Despite being obsessed with time, I rarely cherish or enjoy it. On the other hand, I wish I didn’t need to publicly celebrate my time. I wish I could just enjoy something without advertising my joy. I don’t feel comfortable feeling anything unless you see it.
Caught between two bad coping mechanisms for deeper fears ways to cheat death, I think the only good choice is to delete this post, to accept that a beautiful thing happened (past tense) and to love it for an unimportant moment by my unimportant self. I think the only good choice is to love and live myself, even if I can’t do either forever. But, if you are seeing this post, you already know what choice I made. And, if you aren’t seeing this post, then you never knew that I made a choice to begin with. To you, dear reader, this post exists in quantum superposition - live and dead, made and unmade - until you read it. Like Schrodinger's cat, I exist in the blur between yesterday and tomorrow; I only live or die when you look.
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Excited to share the latest addition to my shop: Large Metal 4x6 Index Card Storage, 2 drawers
Open now!
I recently opened an etsy shop full of vintage books and storage items.
The Pretentious Academic is about quality and beauty in the everday.
There will be a wider variety of items in the future but I wanted to start posting things now.
Some items include:
A set of four F. Scott Fitzgerald novels. Publication dates range from 1948-1969
The Study Of American Folklore, 1968
Metal Index Card File (multiple listings with different colors and sizes)
A large 4x6 index card drawer set