top reason my flatmates and i reached peak dark academia.
hallways covered in bookshelves. about two thousands books paving the way to our rooms.
falling asleep early enough to still hear someone typing their essay in the living room, but late enough into the night so that the birds’ singing will accompany you to your dreams.
tea being drunk by the pot. coming back from classes and knowing there will be a stimming cup waiting for you.
joking through latin quotes and obscure references to literature.
wild parties. opera blaring through the windows, growing into classical music, centuries old songs, and chanted poetry. dancing as if possessed by forgotten spirits. wild movements, skin covered in screaming, painted exclamations. leaving the alcohol behind and getting drunk on life instead.
one of my roommates’ door opening and closing through the night as he leaves the flat to walk through the sleeping city.
another one running into the living room, taking one unique leaf from a potted plant and leaving right away, only to send us pictures of its cells a few minutes later.
heated debates over books and historical events.
getting high on the toxic fumes inhaled during labs.
walks into the woods, howling poetry at the wind, hands cold and feet wet, getting lost further and further down a path of mushrooms.
breaking into the abandoned greenhouses to steal flowerpots, old biology notes and a mysterious painting.
discussing the best ways to murder someone, including through our study of mushrooms.
drinking games including the improvisation of poems and dancing the waltz.
