academia

the smell of old books

[apricityfeel]

I made a studygram. Here’s the link🤍

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I would really appreciate it if you checked it out!

[vrscesbooks]

if an image could describe me...

[apocketforchange]

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[honey-and-rosemary]

So what if I want to learn Latin, run away to live in a castle with a massive and ancient library, drink wine for breakfast, and worship the moon. I’m going to do whatever I need to in order to cope with being born in the 21st century.

[thehistory]

Are there any Dark Academia podcasts you could recommend? Both Fictional Drama or Real life talk show.

I actually don’t listen to podcasts

[thatgaybitxh-deactivated2025062]

why am i dressed slutty you ask? to read classic literature alone in my room. mind your own business.

[peterparker]

[luthienne]

Rita Dove, “The Venus of Willendorf”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

[haidaspicciare]

[theimagerie]

JOHN TOWNER, Paris, France

[shisasan]

Hermann Hesse, Demian, (1919)

[aquaticwonder]

Graham Dean, The Kiss (1988) 

[sunbathe]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BWjpk1hD9sr/

[m4ge-deactivated20210331]

could really go for a steaming mug of homemade hot cocoa at an old new england lighthouse in the middle of a stormy night while i stare at the raging sea wistfully right about now 

[trinitysbooks]

numb fingers, too big jackets, almost slipping but being able to catch your footing at the last second, frozen eyelashes, runny noses, long scarves, opening your window only to immediately close it again, Tchaikovsky, burning candles, full moons, frozen glasses, looking at the streetlights outside your window to see if it’s still snowing, exams, chunky sweaters, wool blankets, swaying trees, snowy footprints, peace

[fuckblast]

i want to write the kind of short stories you read in english class that are on this weird level of surrealism that they still haunt you years down the road