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Lately I’ve been craving a quiet love. The type of love that isn’t grand gestures, exaggerated words or expensive gifts, but a tapestry of nurturing moments: someone asking you if you’ve slept well, remembering your favourite things, getting excited about your hobbies as much as you are. The type of love that feels like a serene, cosy sunset, rather than the blinding midday sun. A love that warms without scorching, that caresses without scratching, that whispers instead of shouting. One that can be felt even in the more mundane moments, such as waiting in line for your coffee or sitting on the couch after a long day.

Travel memories

[All pics by me]

Been reading a lot of love poems from ppl here on tumblr and while it makes me happy that everyone expresses their feelings this way and creates smth meaningful, they also make me sad bc like- when is it my turn to be loved lmao. I think about all the people who are the subject of these beautiful poems and my heart melts xx

I absolutely love this aesthetic

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why I don't use AI for school work, and I don't think you should either

I have been staunchly against using AI for as long as ChatGPT has been a regularly used tool, not necessarily for moral reasons but for arrogant ones. I firmly beleive that I can write a better essay then a malfunctioning robot. My teacher used it to generate photos of scrabble tiles for a wall display, and despite the prompt spelling the words exactly correctly, ChatGPT spelt them wrong. Why would you want to trust a clearly flawed machine with your grades? However recently the sheer amount of people I see at school using AI and supporting the use of AI is so horrifying to me I felt it was something I needed to talk about

Using ChatGPT prevents you from learning properly. Doing things quickly does not equate to doing them well. I understand how difficult it can be to schedule and make time for everything, but using ChatGPT is just like getting someone else to do your work for you. You will not learn! (Most) teachers are not setting difficult homework for the sole purpose of making things hard for you, they set the work to help you learn and to grow resilience.

People are using it for completely stupid tasks, that they could perform far easier without it. For our English Portfolio Essays the SQA requires us to have a certain amount of sources and so many people asked ChatGPT to find them articles. It was ridiculous and slightly horrifying. Have we lost the ability to simply look things up for ourselves? Or to, god forbid, read a real book? Do not use ChatGPT for tasks that could be performed to a higher level if you simply did them yourself! My mother has a friend who marks Advanced Higher Biology Assignments for the SQA, she recently marked one that had 30 references, none of which were right! ChatGPT is not a good tool!

Yes it can save time, but what would you do with the extra time? and surely there are other ways of saving that time. Don't use it to help format emails, there are human made email templates available online, don't use it to help find quotes, you can just search them up yourself on a normal search engine, whatever ChatGPT does for you, there will be an honest hardworking person willing and able to do for you, please go to them instead. If ChatGPT saves you fifteen minutes a day is that really worth it? and if it saves more time then what do you do with that extra time? scroll tiktok? watch netflix? you are not saving time you are wasting your life!

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Second and third one are soo accurate lol✨️

Idk who to tag LOL I'm new here and idrk anyone😭I'll leave this open xx

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first search “aesthetic”, then “character”, and lastly “me”

i think mine is pretty accurate!!😭

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Do you take drawing requests?

Nope :") I'm very incosistent with drawing and it's just a hobby, plus rn I have exams and don't really have time to draw much, sorry! But thanks for asking anyway!

Nature walks

[All pics by me]

Memories from museums and art galleries

(My pics)

Say it louder👏🏻

“Our generation thinks it’s cool not to care. It’s not. Effort is cool. Caring is cool. Staying loyal is cool. Try it out.”

— Post Malone

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Ancient ruins and old libraries>>>

[A collage of some pictures I took]

[Pics by me]

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[All pictures taken by me]

Memories from last summer

[All pics by me]

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[photo taken by me and edited with a filter]

miss u Ireland

[Photos taken by me]

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me and my homies support real artists who put their passion into their pieces instead of a machine who rips off the hard work of talented peeps

[Photo taken by me]

The Rising Sun

[A little something I wrote last night]

Twelve strikes pierce through the frosty air, swift, clean, demanding. One, two, three. Rustling leaves in the garden hum quietly. Four, five, six. The distant lament of a nocturnal creature. Seven, eight, nine. Moonlight floods the room, a silent reassurance. Ten, eleven. The curtains are drawn, trust is broken. Twelve. Silence.

Cloaked in shadows, pen in hand, a blank page flips before me. An invitation. A request. I comply.

Many poems I have dedicated to you, oh Lord. Lord of the shapes among the stars, Lord of the moonlight streaming through the window, seeping in the cracks of my skin, of my head. Lord of ancient pyres, ever-burning underground and on mountain tops, shrieking, lamenting. Lord of the flies and moths whirling over forsaken remains, chanting ‘Ye have returned to dust, as shall we’. It feels surreal, writing like this, for I have not felt You in a while. But I shall not speak of myself, my mind is empty, despite the fullness of my heart. It is conflicted and frozen, amidst this never ending winter.

The pearly gates do not part, lyres and harps silent. The sunlight does not reach my strained eyes. Before me, all those who were, are now. Those that are, are no more. Here, nowhere, am I at ease, forever trapped between borders. I remember, I remember plenty. Translucent feathers reflecting opalescent hues, melodies flowing sweetly as honey flowed down ivory mounts. No dirt, no blood nor bodies, no want, no strife nor frown — yet I fled, and as I fled, I ached, I bled, I wept and lacked. How the sun scorched my skin, how the rays blistered my hair, how the heat made me sweat and cry from the unfamiliar feeling. No solace I found, each cloud and breeze only stupefying me further.

For eons I hid, my heart consumed with envy and terror. No animal, flower or star understood me, wept for me, for they are all his sons and daughters. They turn against me, repulsed. I shall never escape his grasp on me, I am alone — yet bound to him, as if I were standing once again in front of the throne, loathsome oaths on my lips.

So be it, I declare, for I shall create my own! And my hand raises and sways, and so new life springs forth, new bliss surrounds me, flora, fauna, asters. Oh, but the horror, for they soon turn to dust, their hearts melting and shrieking, their eyes sizzling and burning. Why must it all perish, why must my trying hand bring forth agony, why must my tears turn it all bitter, why must my voice shatter each stone and branch?

Away, far away, far below in my cold abode, how I suffer. How I weep for their words, for their terror. It has been so long, and yet, still I stiffen when I remember the scorching sun. I gaze upwards, and my eyes meet only dark; though I am safe here, in eternal night, I know the sun will soon rise.

Oh, how I fear the Rising Sun.

Thomas Ligotti, "Professor Nobody's Little Lectures On Supernatural Horror (1985)", Songs of a Dead Dreamer

XX - Judgement

[by me]

Wish I were there tbh

Winter Full Moon Night over the Ruins of a Gothic Chapel (Felix Kreutzer, 1835 - 1876)

I love this painting so much! The light contrasts of the waves give it a magical and ethereal feeling almost, I don't really know how to explain it better

"AMONG THE WAVES" IVAN AIVAZOVSKY // 1898 [oil on canvas | 97 x 66 cm.]