dark academic

slytherpuff | rain baby | cherries and dried flowers in journals are my thing | polyam bi (meaning im the most indecisive person EVER)

[txmriddlx]

Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

[gossameraesthete]

the other day someone asked me

about you

and i was speechless

not because i didn't know what to say

but because there were too many

; you smiled

and you were quiet

because of me

and yet, i wonder

when will you finally say

that you miss me too?

[gossameraesthete]

you hold my head. you hold my heart. you blaze my soul. you wreck my arms. i sit here and ponder. would you ever have known what was to come? would you ever have sensed the tempest charging through me? would you have stayed? would you have seen through the guise of my being alright? i think back and say no. sometimes, i hope yes. i hate it though. the thought that you loved me hurts. hurts because you thought you did, and then you didn’t. while every cell in me burned and blazed and bruised for you until i wasn’t anything. until i was creaking and cold and rusty from the absence that was you.

[theworldismadeofwords]

“We call ships ‘she.’ We call our war machines’ women.’ We compare women to black widows and vipers. And you’re going to tell me it’s not ‘lady-like’ to scream, to take up space, to fight and demand respect and do whatever the hell I want. You’ve looked at nuclear bombs and been so in awe that you could only name them after women. Don’t try to downplay my power.”

— sunteaflower

[bi-culture-suggestions]

Bi culture is having a crush on one of your best friends, except it sucks because she’s not into girls

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

you don’t have to pretend you’re okay to make others feel comfortable.

you don’t have to pretend you’re okay to make others feel comfortable.

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

there is nothing in this life quite as wonderful as knowing you, as loving you. it is a comfort and a privilege– to meet your gaze, to make you smile, to hug you tightly, to know you’re in this world with me.

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

here 🕳 have a void to scream into

[nex-mix]

*inhuman screeches from my tiny ass 5’ body*

Anyways

*picks up my belongings and casually walks into the distance*

[heartlesssuggestions]

wake up today with a slight, indifferent frown on your face and the energy of a fatigued sloth. i believe in you.

[bisexualcultureis]

Bisexual culture is thinking 'you really want me to decide?' whenever someone asks what you want for dinner.

and then u end up eating some of everything

[jillonkalus-bonkulus]

Bisexuals might not be able to ever make a decision on where to go to eat but at least we have Freddie Mercury

[gossameraesthete]

burning tears, edom in my head, spiralling galaxies and fish eye dreams- this is what you’ve done to me. you’re slithering around my heart like a caged animal: a bereaved basilisk; vindictive and vulturous and i don’t know whether to crown you or put you down like an old farm dog. yet here i stand in the ghost of your shadows, like a little girl hiding behind her mother’s skirts, yearning to go home (a place i never had)

[gossameraesthete]

your eyes are my religion, their harsh depths a soft prayer whispered in the dead of the night; their darkened colour spilling upon me a divine light, your name enveloping me in shroud of utter devotion; a stout believer till the end of my days on this minuscule earth.

[collegestudenttears]

Bi culture is being 90% attracted to 10% of men and 10% attracted to 90% of women

[merchntofdeath]

everyone reblog with your hogwarts house and your favourite grishaverse character, I'm curious 👀

[gossameraesthete]

slytherpuff / nikolai

[gossameraesthete]

death is like a shadow of sorts. sometimes, it’ll just brush past you and sometimes it can consume you and overwhelm you to the point where the only thing you know is death. death isn’t merciful. death is always trying to catch upto you and you’re almost always running away from it.

[gossameraesthete]

it’s like you want the world to come to a stand still because suddenly your life has just completely fucked up and changed and you need someone to fucking acknowledge that except the world just keeps moving. people keep going about their lives after asking you how you are and they never actually slow down and try and understand you. the sun keeps rising and setting and cars keep moving but you can’t because you have no will left. and every fucking thing reminds you of them. and you just wish it was you not them. and everyone will tell you to be happy that they’ve found a better place to go to but you don’t really know that and so you’re just lost and angry and worried about them and you just don’t know anything anymore.