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saturday

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stay safe today babes

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grunge !

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hamlet but instead of soliloquies he just stands in the middle of the stage and screams

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Is it so strange that we only find value in ourselves when others are involved? Why do I seek out myself in others? Why do I live my life for others? When will I allow myself time? When will I allow myself mercy? Will I ever find grace? Can I walk with beauty? Just once.

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Francesco Hayez, Il bacio Particolare

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yay! we reached 100 followers! 🎉

in such little time i’m shook at the dark academia community we might be small but we stand in solidarity ♥️

reblog this is youre a DA blog so we can be mutuals :’)

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while others are going out partying, playing their music too loud for them to think about their crushing insecurities and hiding behind a plastered smile, i'm sitting in my room writing a poem for a person i'll never give it too, being open and raw on a piece of paper

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might fuck around and make a deal with the devil to make my dreams of being the main character in a dark academia story come true

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types of dark academia

classic academia: beige trench coats, wool sweaters. plaid skirts. think femme fatale, but educated. sobbing in bed late at night over the secret history or dead poets society. tea with milk and sugar. subsequent tea stains.

darkest academia: running through the rain, dimly lit by streetlights. brown tweed jackets, dress shoes. cold fingers and colder gazes. french-pressed black coffee, piping hot. dark, candlelit rooms with ancient wood floors/walls. 

light academia: white cable-knit sweaters, sparkly eyes and foggy glasses. going to art museums and falling in love with every portrait, every sculpture. caressing the petals of a rose, hearing the crinkle of leaves underfoot.

witchy academia: burning candles while reading or doing homework. black turtlenecks, velvet skirts. walking through the forest in autumn. passing a graveyard and feeling a greyish presence. waiting anxiously for samhain.

romantic academia: writing flowery poetry about someone you’ll never speak to (guilty oops). a cozy alizarin sweater, pleated skirts. slow dancing around your room to the beatles. curling up with warm, pallid cups of tea and a book.

scholarly academia: impeccable notes in class. leather bound bags crammed with textbooks and pens. lots of coffee with scones, and even more late nights. a wide vocabulary (that people constantly comment on). lives in the library.

theatre academia: shakespeare, all the time - quoting, reading, praying for a school production of a midsummer nights dream. or the crucible. memorizing lines in the wings. taking on your character’s traits, even outside the theater.

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fallingsarah

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I don’t wanna sound kinky but I wanna lie on some wet gr*en moss with y*u while you’re t*lking about Mary Sh*lley.

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you people should react to my posts like im a disgruntled cat shitting on your bed that's how i feel while making them

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while you were hitting the juul, going to college, having casual sex, driving your car, and eating takeout food, i died horribly under mysterious circumstances in a national park. and my body was never found again

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in an INTENSE dark academia mood lately. catch me being a rowdy teen sent off to magic witch boarding school where i make friends with all the animals and study flora and fauna as the quiet potions student that sees me in the forest falls in love with me, sneaking into the warm and fiery common room late at night to get snacks, hopping garden walls and stone gates to grab special herbs and berries, sliding down grand staircase railings in a long black cloak, slamming huge books down onto a wood table and blowing dust off pages of ancient recipes, tying colored ribbons in my hair to match my tie, drinking wildflower tea in the morning with plants i collected in the meadows last week