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Lately I've been obsessed with old cinema.

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Hey 🌸˚˖⋆, so lately I've been thinking of ways to romanticize my college experience and decluttering and re-organizing my digital space with Notion has been helping with this.

What is your favorite kind of aesthetic for Notion.

𝐻𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 🌺

𝐵𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠.

● 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎☕

● 𝐿𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎 🕯️

● 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎 🪞

● 𝐶𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒 🧺

● 𝐸𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐🧚🏻‍♀️

● 𝐶𝑜𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐 🎀

● 𝐶𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐 ☁️

● 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎🍀

● 𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒 👑

● 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎 🔭

● 𝐵𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐 💅🏼

𝑆𝑜 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡𝘩 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑦 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑡. °𓏲⋆🌿.

𝐿𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑙: https://www.tumblr.com/a-lady-and-her-quill/781024127509299200/hey?source=share

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨—𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖳𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝖮𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺

—𝖠 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝖩𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅.

Sometimes I wonder if people even realize how cruel they can be without saying a word. The way they look at me—cold, dismissive, like I’m something to laugh at or pity. It’s not always about what they say; sometimes it’s just the way they carry themselves around me, like I’m less. I feel overlooked all the time, like I’m just floating in the background, waiting for someone to actually see me. And I hate how much I want to be seen, especially by him. I hate how I catch myself hoping for even a glance from him. It makes me feel pathetic, like I’m betraying myself just to feel worthy for a moment. These past few days, I’ve been so angry. Just simmering beneath the surface. I keep snapping in my head, getting irritated at everything. I’m starting to feel like the angry little girl I worked so hard to bury, the one who, for years, carried the weight of her father’s rage. I hate how deeply I feel things, how sensitive I am. Lately, I’ve been drowning. Not in a river, but under the weight of never feeling satisfied with life.

—A lady and Her Quill, Letters to Dead Children: Ophelia's Journal Entries

"I wanted to be loved so desperately that my fingers shook with it, I am not beautiful but I could be" ― Emily Palermo

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫, 𝔰𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔬𝔦𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔡'𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔶, 𝔬𝔥 𝔩𝔢𝔦-𝔬𝔥 𝔩𝔞𝔦-𝔬𝔥 𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 ⋆｡˚♬ﾟ. ㅤ

Obsession beats talent every time.