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I want my own place. Sit at my desk for too long, take showers in the middle of the night, leave the house whenever I want, cook what I want or not cook at all and just dance in my kitchen.

pictures are taken from Pinterest. All credits to the owners.

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Dark Romantic Academia

listening to old love songs

dressing classy

getting excited about love fragments in a novel

holding eye contact with strangers on the street to make them blush

scented candles

jane austen fan

heart shaped lockets

obsessed with their soulmate/the concept of them

likes slight PDA, holding hands, gentle kisses etc.

shows more affection in private

love letters

cries on movies and books

hopeless romantic

(photos taken from Pinterest, all credits to the owners)

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men in sweaters. my favourite gender.

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sometimes u just gotta drink a glass of water and accept that you’re an extremely complicated person

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I really like how the Secret History lets you question your own morality, like you’re more upset of a person being a jerk rather than being an actual murderer.

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streetwear (?? kinda modern) academia™

you wouldn't tell they're an academic bc of their style

(secretly) reads a lot of books

has a diverse music taste

rocks baggy clothes

doesn't 'fit' into the stereotypical dark academia aesthetic but remember being an academic is a lifestyle, not a clothing style

organized folders with files on their laptop

gets the best grades from their friend group

gets called nerd a lot but doesn't give a fuck

teachers' pet

credits: Pinterest and owners

(I've never seen this kind of academia type aesthetic anywhere. it's a lil bit like modern academia but also not really. you get the point)

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normalize reading a book without caring if the spine breaks, folded cover, misspelled annotations and just ruining the book completely as a form of art

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Modern academia

earphones in at all times

reading on the train

studying on Facetime with your friend

podcasts

creating study playlists

decaf coffee or tea

venting in the notes app

coat and hoodie combo

learning a few languages on Duolingo

historical shows on Netflix

buying books online

rewriting notes from notebooks to laptop at home

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Sylvia Plath, the unabridged journals

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Darkest academia

no one has ever seen them wearing something other than black

hair down

would never ever speak first. even with a knife in their throat, they would just raise a brow, somehow push you, and walk away

there's always a book in their hand (probably a horror or a classic)

most likely to have short nails, it's more comfortable

all of their notebooks are black and they only write with black pen

they show up 1 second before the lecture and leave as soon as it ends

you don't even know where they went

they just disappear

maybe they can Apparate? you'll never know

they rarely look you in the eye but when they do you get chills cause why tf are they so intimidating??

black. long. coats.

walking confidently through the hallways with headphones in (they're listening to Eminem but no one will ever find out)

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me and my husband

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Chaotic academia

sleeping on the bus or school hallways (you were busy reading at night)

forgetting money from home so you can't even buy coffee on your way to class

one notebook for all the subjects you hate but separate for the ones you love

listening to music instead of listening to the teacher (you already know all of this)

during winter: too big sweaters, kinda baggy jeans and a long black coat

in the summertime: random white t-shirt and shorts/skirt

carrying a backpack filled with random items instead of schoolbooks

tons of pens in your pencil case but always using the same one

ink on your hands and clothes and everywhere

playlist on shuffle, going from hozier to lana to rap music to chopin and back to hozier

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casual wear (splattered with blood) vs. evening wear (drenched in blood)

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do you call it 'soulmate' or 'I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.'

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YOU WANT ME TO DIE OR WHAT??????

A young Tom ventured to the manor of his father, Riddle Sr. after learning about the details of his parents' union and sought revenge.

Frank Bryce saw Riddle climbing the hill towards the Riddle House but did not accost him or do anything, unaware of how his life would be forever changed by the boy.

Bonus: the last picture is him when he gets to know that Muggle properties pay taxes, but he can't afford the coin. #fuckthis I'm leaving.

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more Tom. i demand.

gladly.

.·:*¨TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE AS YOUR PROFESSOR ¨*:·

the most charismatic dada professor of the last decade, is the talk of the school immediately 

his presence alone demands attention

young and utterly handsome but let that not fool you, his mind is sharp, his knowledge vast and he knows how to pass it in along to his students 

well-groomed, you will never catch him off guard, calm face, dark clothes and a book in his hand (always)

strangely deep and somehow sad eyes are the only sign of his tiredness, but who wouldn’t have that look after obtaining the wicked knowledge he has?

he notices every little detail and it seems impossible to fool him so no-one even tries 

he also notices those who are gifted, his eyes are especially on them you see

forming special meetings to his favourites and you are one of them

he treats his chosen ones differently, he want to know them better, infiltrate their minds

he's sending you birthday cards, in emerald-green envelope, his handwriting neat and his wishes sincere

on one of those special meetings, while talking, discussing ideas and sipping tea Professors Riddle gaze linger on one student longer than the others, and that student is you

he’s intrigued but conflicted of course keeping you at safe distance for now

during one of his classes you answer correctly to one of the trickiest question, he gives points to your house for this one

but for you the biggest reward was Professor Riddle little smile meant just for you and brows raised in surprise 

at that moment you felt like you could fly :)

during some other dada class your exchange of views with Professor Riddle was so fiery and full of unspoken things he had to step back as not to make other student question your relationship 

after that he starts ignoring you whenever he can, he’s well-mannered towards you as always but he doesn’t engage you in his classes, doesn’t give you extra attention during meetings with his pupils, doesn't give you extra passes to restricted section

and worst of all he doesn't respond to your little verbal provocation no longer

his eyes are longing however, you can feel it and it almost burns your skin

you feel miserable because of this sudden change in his behaviour

you miss your intellectual wars, you miss books that he was reccomeendign to you, and his fingers guiding yours as you were learning a new spell...

so one cold night you muster your courage and decide to confront him in private, sneak into his chambers, your little heart flutters like crazy

when he sees you he act surprised but he's truly not

“ I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you”, he says flatly

but he didn't mean it, you know he didn't so you kiss him hard and for one sweet second he's kissing you back but then he stops, and now looking deep into your eyes in doubt, as if searching for something...

"don't", he says, moving away from you

suddenly you feel like you made a fool out of yourself, you start to think that all this secret looks and gentle touches were all nothing but your twisted imagination, cries of your loneliness

what did i do wrong? you keep asking yourself

but in the morning you see an enchanted flower on your bedside table with a note attached to it

"i've been thinking about you all night" is says and even without a signature you know who sent it to you

and this is how your strange game begins

it is dangerous for both of you as he is your professor and you are his student

sometimes when you doubt it all and crying in his arms he's softly whispering words of comfort to you

when it doesn't work he says he will ruing your life if you'll tell somebody or leave him, his eyes empty while saying that

you know he's bad for you but you are by his side anyway, waiting for better in him also knowing deep-inside that you are nothing without him

always cherishing this little moments when he is kind to you, when he kiss you gently and cups your face with his fingers

devouring every praise, every "I want you" from his beautiful mouth

forgetting every "you're pathetic"

loving his hands on your inner tights

feather-like kisses on your face

quick make-out sessions in between lessons "quick, we don't have much time"

and then he fuck you hard on his desk, in his classroom and it feels both wrong and soooo good

his hand on your mouth as to keep you quiet, your soft whimpers die in his palm

you learn to live in secrecy, feeding yourself with stolen moments and yearning embraces in the middle of the darkest of nights