Solivagant Exulansis

Very happy to make your acquaintance dear gentlepeople, My name is Siena and I admire poetry, classic books, and classical music with a hint of jazz. XXVII year's on this beautiful earth.

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One of my favourite Dark Academia compositions.

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Cracks (2009)

All female dark academia film. Highly underrated. Better than Dead Poets. 

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This looks lovely I wish there were more female-focused Dark Academia Movies.

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Tag yourself as these Dark Academia subjects 

Inspired by @cordurose

English: ‘I Don’t Love You Anymore’ by The Honeysticks

falling crows of ink tumbling across your page, floods of heartbroken poetry written under amber candle light, the comforting warmth of being in an empty library graced with the presence of years of knowledge, midnight meetings to write the next revolution 

Maths: ‘Cold Cold Cold’ by Cage The Elephant

crisp white shirts embellished with suspenders and checkered ties, fogged tortoise shell glasses like silent mornings on the mountain side, the rush of chalk on the board when someone is able to solve a problem, a brain that works in numbers and rationality mixed in with a mind falling into the imaginable

Latin: ‘There Is a Light That Never Goes Out’ by The Smiths 

cheek kisses on the statues that line the walls defensive and armed ready for war, red wine stains marking shirts like undefinable drops of blood, the sound of type writers echoing around biting cold corridors, uncountable hours sat in the library drowning in unreadable words

Art: ‘Freedom’ by Teddy Hyde 

the villainous warmth of alcohol on your insides, watercolored blends under watery sun beams, moulding minds like play doh with brush strokes, a mind flooded with colour and ideas like a broken kaleidoscope, unnameable stains marking hands and arms, the most unshatterable disguise 

Astronomy: ‘Night In’ by Retro Video Club

listening to the empty voices that echo around the observatory tower, pencil diagrams of scattered constellations, watching the sky shatter and blur, sharing your unspeakable secrets with the full moon at witching hour, sipping whiskey on rooftops 

History: ‘Ms’ by alt-J

turtlenecks hiding the passionate rose pricks from the night before, coffee tables built of stolen library books, embellishing outfits with a hint of subtle rebellion, lost hours sacrificed to the statues in the museum, symmetrical lecture halls stained with burnt caramel, crimson rose and eggshell

Philosophy: ‘Broken’ by Adam Barnes

drowning in the midnight velvet waves of your own mind, bitter black coffee cleansing your throat under the early risen sun, cracked halos and bittersweet devils, ancient pillars cracked and bruised, knowing that sometimes there is no ‘right’ and ‘wrong’

Psychology: ‘Mr Loverman’ by Ricky Montgomery

nibbled pencils tucked behind ears, laced collars peeking out from under jumpers like bashful woodland creatures, loosely curled hair following the landscape of your body, proving those who under estimated you wrong in the most delightful scheme of revenge

Law: ‘Cherry Wine’ by Hozier

button up shirts embellishing busy days, following the straight lines of the path, bubbling power boiling under the surface, unwelcomed nights scanning notes and rules created by people you'll never meet, the blurred line between justice and anger

Politics: ‘Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High’ by Arctic Monkeys 

retaliating comments and blurred lines, easy lies told through sips of wine, anxiety embellishing your body with nibbled nails and bitten lips, undeniable sexual tension shared between forbidden hearts, pleasure building up to one day like a hourglass that cannot be cracked or broken

Medicine: ‘Dreams’ by The Cranberries

smashed glass and unfixable mistakes, charcoal black coffee in ceramic mugs under steel skies, swimming through library books in hunt for all the knowledge to be the fixer, nibbled pencils tucked behind ears, watercolour bleeding of moral question 

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Medicine, English and Latin

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Miles Maitland from Bright Young Things

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Requiescat

Tread lightly, she is near

Under the snow,

Speak gently, she can hear

The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair

Tarnished with rust,

She that was young and fair

Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as snow,

She hardly knew

She was a woman, so

Sweetly she grew.

Oscar Wilde

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The Old Aesthetic of Academia and Philosophy

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I caress your hair to show my everlasting affection for you.

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Two lovers who get sad endings

Robbie Ross who was a devoted friend and lover to Oscar Wilde for years stayed at his side even whilst he was jailed for homosexuality.

Clive Durham who was Maurice's lover and friend for a bit but then rejected Maurice due to homosexuality being illegal in the Edwardian Era.

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We made a blood pact because no matter what we will be linked forever like lovers often are.

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This definitely fits into the Dark Academia Reading list