moonlight•academia

dark grunge aesthetic

[moonlightacademia]

They asked ‘do you love her to death?’ I said ‘speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life

- Mahmoud Darwish

[moonlightacademia]

There’s something about the rain

How it fights and cries

to reach the land

with the last of its blood

till it’s bosom dries

How it gives and gives and gives till gone

As it runs through me, I feel it all

[weltenwellen]

Erika L. Sánchez, from “La Cueva”, Lessons on Expulsion

[typodescript]

[text: Who is this in the mirror? Why won't you love me? Why won't you let me be?]

[moonlightacademia]

I wish you could see

Not every sun is meant to be

The light that guides you home

I wish you could feel

The midnight moon in your eyes

The stars that shine so bright

They are all the home you need

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

An excerpt from ‘Etcetera,’ by E.E. Cummings 

[moonlightacademia]

I've lived a life, graying old, numb

This is what life had me become

When I tried to put on skin, not mine

It whispered,

“Colours are not meant for some”

[kirstenamber]

you were more than just a dream

[moonlightacademia]

You were to me

The hushed prayers of cereus

whispered silently

To the moon

tears and pain,

“Oh look at me, I hurt”

And how the tulip shied away

in the face of love

Oh, the face of love

[moonlightacademia]

I can't breathe

Your memories too clustered, too clouded,

Too soon

I pull myself awake, you leave

my mind like the smoke

from the last of our cigarette.

Your lips stain the blood in my throat

I try, I try

I cry no more

[6thlovelanguage-deactivated2020]

Keith Haring Journals

[kaalbela]

Isa Rus

[moonlightacademia]

The blood runs dark in my veins

I wonder what weighs more

The sleep housed at the corners of my eyes

Or my pain drenched bones

[mournfulroses]

Tomas Tranströmer, tr. by Robert Bly, from a poem titled “Track,”

[moonlightacademia]

I have but half a life...I have but a drop of breath...I wish I could find the line... between the voices in my ears and the silence in death...

[weltenwellen]

Hari Alluri, from “Ancestral Memory”, After Kwame Dawes 

[metamorphesque]

— Natalie Diaz, Manhattan Is a Lenape Word

[moonlightacademia]

I wonder, if there's winter in your heart,

The long untrailed white curtains of snow,

curving down to your soul,

To that little, unknown hearth, where the fire's still burning, still.... Waiting, so long.

[dark-romantics]

~ Courtney Peppernell

[silverystardustt]

oh wow

[mossyshadows]

“This is the year you begin. Slip into the sweet mud. Get dirty. Stay dirty. There is nothing to forgive”

— Jeremy Radin, ‘Pipe Organ Owl Mansion’ (via soracities)

[stranger-smiles]

[moonlightacademia]

“The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself.” —Michel de Montaigne

[juliaxyn]

Doubt, fear, anger, disappointment

[moonlightacademia]

"Tis you who I love", how the lie stings,

And my eyes betray all the hurt my tongue feels

[moonlightacademia]

It is okay to break, my love,

Sharp edges aren't meant for everyone