#lightacademia aesthetic

[fatimazainab]

Unknown

[mynocturnality]

Close up of the 'gill' structure of the Hooded Nudibranch.

| Artist: John Rix

🐌 Goblincore month on @mynocturnality

[persephonethorne]

[anjedah]

allow yourself to indulge in romantics.  press flowers in old books.  play movies with subtitles and mouth the words.  dance in your room.  wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public.  write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them.  write poetry, even awful poetry.  revel in its awfulness.  eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.  

[fredicancompose]

I know we have a lot of indifference, but under the moon we appear blue. It'll just be you, me, the pale moon lights.

~Fredi

[light-muse-academia]

[ackerima-is-not-here]

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

  Aldous Huxley

[girlwhopoststhings]

[wordsintheattic]

We all ache for home, but our minds and hearts lack the definition of it.

[sailormars-aa]

“Cuando te busco, no hay sitio en donde no estés”

Cactus by Gustavo Cerati

When I look for you, there is not a place where you’re not there

[fatimazainab]

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena, 1920.

[mynocturnality]

Freshly molted cicada.

| Artist: Anna Weyers

🐌 Goblincore month on @mynocturnality

[smiles-on-the-go]

i’m painting an ocean on the bottom of my shelf and i’ll make fish and other animals with pyssla

[ID START: a stone sign with the phrase “there is always music in the garden but our hearts must be quiet to hear it” carved on it. END ID]

[anamariaslibrary]

The urge to quit everything I'm doing; grab my dog and move to Amsterdam to open a bookstore that is also a bakery and coffee shop, with pretty flowers on the outside. Just keeps getting bigger the more I get older.

https://www.instagram.com/anamarias_library/

[anjedah]

à moi. l’histoire d’une de mes folies (to me. the history of one of my follies or my turn. the tale of my madness)

[fredicancompose]

Our love at the start, seemed to be so sweet;

But now, it became a forbidden fruit to eat!

- Fredi