Toilette, 1877 by Jules James Rougeron (French, 1841–1880)
i think im done crashing out. uni actually isnt that bad
aestheticism is the death of all meaning. it is the death of all culture. of all personability. of all positionality. without meaning behind aesthetic, who belongs to what? art worn on your sleeve isn’t meant to be a mark of beauty, but who you are. who are you?
don’t know who needs to hear this, but God doesn’t want you slaving over essay marks, staying up to 6AM studying for exams, and trying to be the top scholar on your course.If it feels like self-imposed suffering — and it is — it’s not God-given. Don’t worry about it.
Toilette, 1877 by Jules James Rougeron (French, 1841–1880)
