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Burgundy + Olive

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"It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon."

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The work I would do to have this life.

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Earn 300M a year, Live like a Fairy

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Quiet luxury isn’t about logos or loud statements. It’s the feel of silk against skin, the weight of a well-made watch, the confidence of knowing you chose quality over trend. It’s living softly—but never cheaply. It’s peace, privacy, and the privilege of discretion. Luxury that whispers, not shouts."

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Women, let us repeat:

Being loser is a disgrace to myself.

Being mediocre is an insult to my potential.

Being stagnant is a betrayal of my growth.

Being careless with my life is a crime against my own future.

Being anything less than what I’m capable of—is a disservice to myself.

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"Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all."

- John Keating, Dead Poets Society (1989)

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Crying doesn't pay the bills. Working does.

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I prefer simple, but luxurious. A simple life—yet with refined, discerning tastes.

Yes, give me matcha tea in the morning, but served in fine porcelain, as I watch the sunrise from the balcony of my chateau. Let me live quietly, but let the view be extraordinary.

A simple joy: seeing my children laughing in the pool, the echo of their happiness rolling over manicured gardens. A slow afternoon spent reading, but wrapped in cashmere, with classical music humming softly in the background. Cooking dinner with my spouse—not for extravagance, but for the intimacy of shared moments in a beautiful kitchen that feels like home.

Luxury isn’t always about opulence. Sometimes it’s peace, comfort, and knowing you’ve chosen well.

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I try to live in black and white, but I'm so blue I'd like to mean it when I say I'm over you But that's still not true And I'm still so blue - Billie Eilish

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A study in contrast: depth and light, tradition and softness, power and peace. This wallpaper blends coastal elegance with quiet luxury—Dior bows, inky streets, sailor stripes, and that unmistakable feeling of being held together by blue.

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The Mood of Navy: June's Wallpaper Release

There’s something about navy blue that feels like legacy. It’s the colour of quiet power—sharp tailoring, heirloom coats, and the kind of confidence that doesn’t raise its voice. It’s also the colour of oceans, of depth and movement, of stillness interrupted by wind.

This month’s Briechyne wallpaper is a tribute to that quiet strength. An homage to heritage and softness, to old money weekends by the water, crisp shirts folded beside polished loafers, the scent of clean linens, ink, and sea spray. It gathers visuals of marine elegance: a Ralph Lauren storefront, Dior gift wrap, vintage convertibles in cobblestone cities, and love wrapped in powder blue.

I designed this moodboard as a breath of composure. For the walls of your phone or your screen, to wrap you in that same stillness—the kind that doesn’t need to shout to feel powerful.

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The Heart asks Pleasure—first— And then—Excuse from Pain— And then—those little Anodynes That deaden suffering— And then—to go to sleep— And then—if it should be The will of its Inquisitor The privilege to die— Emily Dickinson

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I Have to Write...

There’s something that starts to ache when I haven’t written in a while. Not pain—just pressure. A gentle but insistent reminder that I’ve left something unfinished. That somewhere in me, a sentence is trying to form, and it won’t leave me alone until I give it breath.

I used to think it was just a creative quirk. Now, I know—it’s a calling.

Writing is not always romantic. Sometimes it’s tea gone cold beside an open book, or an overworked brain staring at a blank screen at midnight. Sometimes it’s frustration at your own thoughts, how clumsy they feel when you try to shape them. But even then—especially then—I have to write.

These past few months, most of my words have gone into Footnotes for the Soul, my Substack. It’s become a quieter, steadier space where I can write at length about the things I hold closest: grief and wonder, literature, stories that leave you breathless. I’ve seen growth there—slow, genuine growth—and it’s been beautiful. The kind of growth that doesn’t go viral but lingers, like a candle flickering in a library window.

But I’ve missed Briechyne. This place. This strange, beloved corner of Tumblr. Where thoughts don’t have to be essays. Where I can speak without needing to conclude. Where a single photo, a passing line, or a quote from Tolkien can say everything that needs saying.

Tumblr isn’t the place for longform writing—at least not usually. But it is the place for resonance. For presence. For the kind of digital breath that reminds you you’re not thinking alone.

I started this blog as a place to breathe between chapters—between chapters of life, chapters of books, chapters of becoming. It’s the common room of my mind. The sketchbook. The corkboard. The place where thoughts gather before they turn into something more.

And now I’m here again, remembering that I don’t just want to write. I have to write.

To my fellow academists—the ones who think too deeply and love too much, the ones who annotate their books and underline with care, the ones who feel at home in dusty libraries and sunlit desks—I want to ask:

What would you like to read more of from me? What do you carry between the footnotes of your day?

Your voice matters to me. This blog is not just mine—it’s ours.

If you’ve found something here that makes you stay, or think, or feel seen… know that you’re invited to follow the longer journeys over on Substack. That’s where I write more fully. The long letters. The essays. The soulwork. And if you'd like to support what I do beyond the screen, there’s Patreon too—where I share the quiet pieces, the musings between drafts, and the unfiltered thoughts I rarely publish elsewhere.

But even if you’re just passing through, I hope you stay long enough to read a line or two. Because I have to write. And perhaps—you have to read.

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NERD

[nərd] I am a nerd. I study (a lot), I also procrastinate (a lot), but one thing's for sure, I know I'm going to make it.

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Ink-stained fingers, candlelit thoughts, and the quiet rebellion of minds that read, write, and wonder. In a world rushing forward, here’s where we pause—to learn, to question, to change the world with words.

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‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all

- Emily Dickinson