#dark acadamia aesthetic

[joytri]

moments in time

[poetryofmuses]

standing in the rain like it would solve all my problems.

[soporificsedative]

alice oseman, radio silence

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Quotes: lilyrainpoety ( insta)/ Albert Camus, The Fall/fausto melotti l'uomo costant (1936) /Gemma troy/ainslie hogarth motherthing/‘what i could never confess without some bravado’, emily palermo/ Richard siken/mohmmad darwish//painting:holy Warburton//photos: pinterest}

[sujaayyyyy]

“This reminded me of you” is such a tender sentence. Oh to have impacted someone so much that they find bits of your soul and hold the memory of you in things and places when you're not around.”

[blumenundpoesie]

Museum date?

[chthonic-empyrean]

ما أجمل من يرفع يديه إلى السماء من أجلك

How beautiful is the person who raises their hands to the skies, for you.

[littleflowerfaith]

Autumn dark academia 🍂

[myacademiaescape]

They may not have loved you, but they did change you. They taught you. They grew you.

- Bianca Sparacino

[thequeerlibrarian]

One of my favourite things about working in a library is finding old bookmarks when we receive book donations

[achillesreborn]

me finding the dark academia tag on tumblr a few years back is the modern day equivalent of archeologists unearthing the cyrus cylinder

[poetryofmuses]

i like the rain. it's peacefully loud.

[tj-thereviewer]

"I don't think he's straight" tori spring

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

TO LOVE SOMEONE LONG-TERM IS TO ATTEND A THOUSAND FUNERALS OF THE PEOPLE THEY USED TO BE.

The people they're too exhausted to be any longer. The people they don't recognise inside themselves anymore. The people they grew out of, the people they never ended up growing into. We so badly want the people we love to get their spark back when it burns out, to become speedily found when they are lost.

But it is not our job to hold anyone accountable to the people they used to be. It is our job to travel with them between each version and to honour what emerges along the way. Sometimes it will be an even more luminescent flame. Sometimes it will be a flicker that disappears and temporarily floods the room with a perfect and necessary darkness.

{Quote:Heidi priebe / artwork: pinterest}

[sujaayyyyy]

𝐻𝑎𝑑 𝐼 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠, 𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑠ℎ, 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒.

—Nizar Qabbani

[poeitivity]