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kaja · aspiring architecture student · xviii · dark/light academia aesthetic · follows from @akaashsis

[fairycosmos]

i look in the mirror, i lose my mind a little, i cry on public transport, i walk through a fluorescent supermarket, i have slow and confusing dreams at night. you know how it is

[lilaclatte]

[lxst-nxght]

[mamachonnes]

[dark-camellie]

manifesting my future moodboard

[starreef]

how to feel dark academic

write words and their definitions on your wrists

put flowers in your heavy books

write short poems all over your arms

always carry a notebook

wear a brown coat filled with papers

read 'forbidden books' at night

light your room up with a rusty lantern

spend your evenings with tea / coffee

be happy when you get to write an essay

read ancient stories

mention random mythology facts to friends

read sappho (seriously)

wander in the woods

notes. on. arms.

stargazing on cozy nights

sleep with books under your pillows

learn latin and greek phrases

read on school / job breaks

visit libraries

[ipoetried]

listen to yourself and watch your language. instead of saying “sorry for ranting”, say “thank you for listening to me”. instead of saying “sorry that i am overemotional”, say “thank you for trying to understand something difficult”. instead of saying “sorry if i am a burden”, say “thank you for the time and energy you invest in our friendship”. good things will come when you realize you are not an apology.

[wildesappho-deactivated20201031]

classics are like: you went so extremely hard with the misogyny that it turned into homoeroticism

[foothive-deactivated20170802]

cats opening doors with their faces is astounding. you got four paws little fool.

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

If you cannot be proud of "all the progress you've made" because you haven't made much progress yet, be proud of the fact that you're still trying despite having yet to see any results. That part of recovery requires real strength and you deserve to be proud of yourself for sticking with it.

[dark-camellie]

summer picnic moodboard

[lilithonearth-deactivated202207]

Maybe if I was prettier, all the flowers would bloom for me.

[therepublicofletters]

I don’t mean to start a big discourse and I don’t quite consider myself a dark academia blog but I do certainly float in those circles and enjoy the aesthetic – but I feel compelled to add to the discussion by saying that, in my experience, being an “academic” really only requires devoting oneself to their studies, to whatever extent one’s situation may allow.  There may be an “aesthetic” attached to the ideal of this, but that’s variable, and doesn’t make you an academic.  I love misty mansions and taxidermy deer heads and antique books and wearing tweed as much as the next guy, but all this doesn’t make you an academic.  What makes you an academic is your passion for your work.

Some people I studied with last summer came up with a saying that I think is relevant: quid est studiosus sine studio? What is a scholar without his passion?  And the answer is sus, a pig (it’s a pun, cause if you take away studio from studiosus you get studiosus).  The only thing that matters is your passion.  And unfortunately the ability to nurture that passion is related to one’s resources – but being an academic doesn’t mean turning your nose up at people because they don’t have opportunity or because they don’t know Latin or something like that.  It’s about passion for your topic and encouraging that passion in others.

[adaleneclaire]

This is tea. Don’t call yourself an academic if you aren’t committed to your studies. 

[haecceitism]

a list of strangely specific aesthetics that come to mind while listening to Tchaikovsky’s piano concerto no. 1 in b-flat minor:

practicing violin at 2:30 in the morning and sipping a cup of chamomile between each song because sleeping is really fucking difficult

old libraries in general, but especially at sunset when everything turns golden and glows like it’s been blessed by apollo himself

getting to teach someone about something you love and then watching them get excited about it

reading ‘the picture of dorian gray’ by candlelight in the bathtub (because it’s what oscar wilde would have wanted) and getting excited over all of The Gay™️

waking up in the middle of the night knowing how to solve all of life’s problems, but then falling asleep again and not remembering the solutions in the morning

standing perfectly still onstage in a tutu &pointe shoes, waiting for the curtain to rise as the orchestra plays its first notes

snow days, noses that are frozen from the cold winter air, warming up by a fire with a cup of cocoa, and reading some great romance

pages and pages of history notes written out in cursive

looking at the stars & identifying constellations while the breeze plays with your hair and someone you love holds onto your hand

picnics on sunny summer days and friendly arguments about nietzsche or nihilism

learning greek or latin for the sole purpose of being able to read the classics in their original languages

trying to recreate shakespeare out loud with a group of friends huddled around one copy of the play—and laughing like crazy at pretty much everything, because that’s what friends are for

[marie-toh]

[infinitebookworm05-deactivated2]

“And I’d choose you; In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”

—

Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars

quote of the day 13/02/2019

(via infinitebookworm05)

damn this post went a long way

[undr]

Robert Blomfield, Coffee Morning, Student Union, University of Edinburgh, 1964