Ace Academic

I’m queer and obsessed with reading, art, and dark academia. I can’t tell if my passions are healthy or consuming me.

[aceacademic]

Writing gives me the distance I need - it’s the only place I can be honest without flinching.

Nix Eden, Everything’s Unfinished

[mournfulroses]

Marisa Walz, from her book titled "Good Intentions," originally published in February 2026

[thoughtkick]

“There’s some good on this world - and it’s worth fighting for.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

[a-mental-piece-of-trauma]

Can you hear my longings when I'm silent ?

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from a past life

[aceacademic]

Scars are easy to view as art — when pain is what colors in the lines.

Nix Eden, lux brumalis (the light of winter)

[purplevibesss]

[pansyfemme]

blogging is great for me because i love archiving pointless things

[aceacademic]

I might actually be rotting from the inside out

[thoughtkick]

“Sometimes I wish I could read your mind. But then, I wonder if I could handle the truth.”

— The Vow

[aceacademic]

I can survive the loneliness - I did it for many years. I don’t know if I can survive knowing what being truly loved felt like

[dailymanners]

If you take the bus, wave to the driver and thank them as you're getting off the bus.

Being a bus driver is an underappreciated and difficult job but still very vital to society. They still have to do customer service and deal with rude and even aggressive passengers, and on top of that have to deal with traffic and other drivers all day (and let's face it, there's a lot of bad drivers out there who aren't considerate about sharing the road). All while providing an invaluable service of getting us where we need to go. Showing them some appreciation can go a long ways for someone doing such an important job that usually gets little to no recognition or thanks.

[shisasan]

these pains in my heart.

August 4, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

[tgirl-tamag0tchi]

No one ever tells you how hard it is to sleep alone.

It didn’t used to be.

I liked sleeping alone.

It was quiet.

It was peaceful.

It was comfortable.

But now all I feel.

Is the silence.

Is the absence.

Is the cold.

All it took… was two weeks.

[resqectable]

“I will always care for you, even if we’re not together and even if we’re far, far away from each other.”

— Unknown

[aceacademic]

All the things I really liked about myself are about her -

I liked that I’m funny because her laugh is the best sound in the world.

I liked that I’m romantic because seeing her face light up with her beautiful smile that reaches her eyes is worth any effort.

I liked that I’m creative because coming up with new ways to surprise and/or impress her brings so much satisfaction.

I liked that I’m deeply loving because loving her gives me purpose.

My favorite thing about myself was that I was someone that she found to be worth loving.

[thoughtkick]

“She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in places she thought no one would find them.”

— Nicole Krauss