~ my writing in Italian is, just like a bridge, something constructed, fragile. It might collapse at any moment, leaving me in danger. English flows under my feet. I am aware of it: an undeniable presence, even if I try to avoid it. Like the water in Venice, it remains the stronger, more natural element, the element that forever threatens to swallow me. Paradoxically, I could survive without any trouble in English; I wouldn’t drown. And yet, because I don’t want any contact with the water, I build bridges.

- In Other Words by Jhumpa Lahiri.

PhDing my way into 2024.

60 pages into A Little Life and I already want to yeet myself across the world.

The constant efforts to be your own asian mother during your research proposal nights.

science fiction was invented so lesbians would have something to talk about with their fathers

Gaza Girls in 1956, captured by the Swedish photographer Per-Olow Anderson.

setting up, flavored tea, and a humble beginning to the festive season

My table after a very tiring revision session on Shakespeare and his contemporaries!

A pretty late birthday book haul. :’)

My hands are trembling as I stack them onto my ‘leaning tower of pisa’ tbr.

My tbr pile is growing at an alarming rate!

My blog would probably smell like adrak chai, the first rain, clove cigarettes and dried lavender flowers.

@mangotalkies making my day through this. ❤️

I am tagging @ablogwithaview @autumnalstudent @chaotic-literature-student @haly-reads

what does your blog smell like? (idea from @constantlymisgendered <3)

i think mine’s scent would be cinnamon and cigarette smoke <333

tagging @bambibells @constantlymisgendered @lanadelreys-middle-child @lizzygrantsangel @izzy444angel @rosyclouds22 @actuallyblonde-xo @monothenightmare @dark-nymph3t @emlovier @arabellasthunderstorm @queen-of-heartbreak24 @lu-luvslestat @delusions-inpink @angelicgirl444 @strwbryxluvs @lanascinnamongirl777 (no pressure <3)

I picked up Giovanni’s room and is having an absolutely lovely time with them. :”)

I accept James Baldwin as my Lord and Saviour.

It is cloudy here and I am just reading research articles with my tiny light. :”)

Whenever you feel stuck, think of the white space as an opportunity to move forward. Learn. Grow.

Stuart Hall and I do not necessarily get along.

Sweet Bean Paste will always have a special space in my heart. :”)

As much as I hate the summer heats. I cannot ignore my love for Sun and their rays. :”)