#Aesthete

[mauveastrum]

Classics student’s guide to romanticising november

While I personally love november, I understand why some people can’t really always appreciate it; especially where I live, it gets real gray around this time, when autumn still lingers and Christmas and winter are quite not here yet. A liminal space. Here are some little tips, habits, things from wellness to whatever that I like to enjoy in november when I’m not cooped up in the library battling with the attic verb system. :)

Coffee to wake you up in the morning, maybe another one at lunch if your short nights sleep is still lingering; different teas throughout the day to keep you warm from the inside as the weather gets chillier each passing day

a bowl of (warm) porridge with your favorite toppings in the morning, either prepared at home or ordered at a cafe with your friend

Dark red nails, preferably long, preferably with small metallic accents (I prefer gold and bronze, silver works very well too)

Seasonal fruits and vegetables; pomegranates! Persephone’s journey to Hades has once again taken place.

Adding a little bit of darkness to your eyes, it’s your pick whether that’s with kayal, smudged eyeliner, eyeshadow or just a gracious layer of mascara; but remember to not rub your eyes when you stayed too late at the library translating Catullus’ latin poetry! Alternatively, just rock those dark underyes baby

November is the month of poets, artists, thinkers, lovers and wanderers, you know what they say. Write, draw, think, love, wander! I keep a diary where I try to write everyday. Try to find small pleasures in the mundane and write them down. Beauty is omnipresent. I also have been trying to sketch more when I don’t have the energy nor the time to complete complex illustrations and paintings. Small but meaningful.

Pretty candles, scented or unscented, perhaps each one lit as an honoring to a god, goddess, daimon or your lares; in the colder months I like to light a candle in honor of Vesta/Hestia and ask her to keep my apartment warm

Preparing for winter by slowly switching to more thicker and moisturizing skin- and haircare products. Do this as you run out of one product, don’t give in to overconsumption, be mindful with what you buy and what you put on your skin and hair

Remember to move your body. Whether this is walking, running, stretching, strength-training, pilates… the options are endless and the choice is yours! Even little movement can help you fight that seasonal depression.

Big scarves, long jackets, leather gloves. Gives you an aura of mystery and keeps you protected from the weather

These are just some of my favorite things at this time. If you read through all of this I’d really love to hear if you have your own sacred little rituals around this time of the year. Thank you for being here, remember to be kind to yourself and others, and speak up for those whose voices are being silenced. Go make your novembers mythical🖤

Valete,

Mauve

[juliakristeva]

[tvlipsandbread]

"I look for myself but find no one. I belong to the Chrysanthemum hour of bright flowers placed in tall vases."

" I should make an ornament of my soul." - Fernado Pessoa

[contessaortiz]

Forest Princess 🌳🦋💚

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

[justcoffeeandbooks]

The wounds we leave in people are sometimes too raw to risk falling back into them. I don't want to believe that we write each other off because we simply don't matter anymore. I know love isn't expendable. I wonder, and maybe hope, if we ever just force it to be out of necessity.

—Brianna Wiest (101 Essays that change the way you think)

[thelunarpraecantrix]

Cherry 🍒

[verses-n-moon]

"Ghar" is such a beautiful term. Like how randomly we say "Ghar ja rahy hain" "Ghar par hyn" "ye Ghar hai mera.." So beautiful and so calming. Just a piece of land, doesn't matter how fancy or simple, but we're all emotionally attached to it.

[divaricca]

... And it transcends the surface of vanity and strikes at the heart of spiritual self-realization.

[meruladelux]

...Ti lascio ricordare, ti tengo esteticamente bloccato, ammetti che sei ispirato

[midnightacademiaarcane]

Amidst moon's glow, a raven cries, Lost love's song in haunted skies, In shadows, laments softly weave, A heart's sorrow, eternity grieves.

[mauveastrum]

November: gold rings, saffron and cinnamon, shiny hair, ancient texts, long talks with friends either over a breakfast porridge or warm evening drinks after long day of studying

[goodgirlgonegothboi]

The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. ~Oscar Wilde

[realesoteric]

yearning for a love like this...

[trillhouette]

“The dream world

and the real world

are the same.”

Remedios Varo

Varo, Remedios. Las hojas muertas. 1956.