Famous Wannabe

Dark academia but make it rockstar-ish. 25.

[wedarkacademia]

“Fléctere si néqueo súperos Acheronta movebo

- If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.”

― Virgil, The Aeneid

[a-mind-in-ruins]

Everyone I loved, I loved for free. But you don't know how much I paid for that.

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, "Glamor on the West Streets / Silver Over Everything"

[dumblr]

suddenly i don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because i have always yearned for someone to understand my soul.

[mournfulroses]

Salma Deera, from a poem titled "the curse of medea," featured in Letters from Medea: Poems

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“if i were you-” you’d collapse and burst into flames if you were me.

[mournfulroses]

Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993

[seraphinesaintclair]

Seraphine Saintclair, “Their Reborn Blue”

[coziwellnesscollective]

[raleighdotcom]

2026

public transit can be your friend

any city is walkable if you arent a pussy

you need to leave home

shoot your phone

get into acts of creation

[inkpressedpetals]

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the afterword

[paper-wounds]

“If I Am Killed For Simply Living” — Althea Davis

[realhumanbaby]

There is supposed to be a place where no one can reach you. Traditionally, the home, but now we settle for the ocean, the airplane, the summit of a mountain, the middle of a lake, the shower, the womb, the grave

[orivu]

youve died a thousand times before who caaares just climb out of this grave again & again &agaian & agaian & again & again & aga

[takemetomountains]

This whole time I’ve been looking

it’s been for myself. 

Everything is within.

[silk-fleur]

November Mood: black beret, old parks, Daphne du Maurier novels, black high neck sweater, dark cherry lipstick, printing old photographs, long train rides, black rose tea, candlelight, Nettare di Fiori by Gucci, lavender chocolate, empty cafés.