Dark Academia

Entj || Dark Academia || Mechanical Engineering || she/her ||

[vinumrubrumsworld]

how I look every time I open tumblr to check how my Baelor Break-my-back Targaryen fanfiction is doing

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

chatgpt is the coward's way out. if you have a paper due in 40 minutes you should be chugging six energy drinks, blasting frantic circus music so loud you shatter an eardrum, and typing the most dogshit essay mankind has ever seen with your own carpel tunnel laden hands

[thememedaddy]

[flowerlygirls]

i have so many hobbies and interests but each day the four horsemen (instant gratification, shortened attention span, procrastination, exhaustion) grab me by the throat and shake me until i collapse in my comfy bed

[perfectday1972]

i love this website cause you can just list things that are lovely and people will be like right on i'll reblog that and it's literally like soup. oranges. hand holding. green couches. the stars. mary oliver. bisexuals. small animals.

[verykashb]

[nervetowerr]

[m1male2]

Efeso, Turquía

[aaaangel444]

[ther0sesared3ad-deactivated2025]

The urge to learn every language and play every instrument and travel the world and live through every historical time period and be a writer and a poet and an actor and

[bakwaaas]

tea isn’t just a drink it’s a handwarmer it’s an experience it’s a love language it’s a friend it’s

[huariqueje]

The Wanderer - Sari Bremer 2023.

Finnish, b. 1976 -

Colour etching , 70 x 80 cm.

[sorrrowfull]

[blumarinelily]

altoids tin wallets

[kindastudyingstuff]

living my best life these days

[joytri]

if only you knew how I see the world

[flowersforfrancis]

[djevelkvinnee]

I think heartbreak can be in different ways other than your romantic partner breaking your heart. Heartbreak is also leaving your first rental house in the innercity. Heartbreak is also separating and going on different jounerys from your roommate, knowing that you will never mix your lanudry and wear mismatched socks with her again. Heartbreak is pouring a glass of wine alone in an empty kitchen not full of memories, and hearing her in your head say “want a tickle?”