Moon child

we ran as if to meet the moon

[poetsmusee]

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[bubblysuggestion]

you’re someone’s dream person

[butterflyknyfe]

can that bitch wake up and come talk to me then

[somethingacademia]

“I would like to write a Book which would drive men mad, which would be like an open door leading them where they would never have consented to go, in short, a door that opens onto reality.”

Antonin Artaud

[poetsmusee]

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.

- Franz Kafka

[poetsmusee]

Just in case no one’s told you yet; you are the reason why. You are good luck. You are completely capable. You are warm. You are the softest song. You are true love. You are ALWAYS worth it <3

[poetsmusee]

Okay but like it’s hilarious the fact that I add *dark academia* *aesthetic*…. In each and every post.

Like please I just started posting, I need people to notice me, I need friends 😭

[poetsmusee]

Someone just complemented me by saying that I make the world a little less dark. I’m sobbing, that’s the best compliment I ever got.

[gurleenbajwa]

So apparently, Thales of Miletus (said to be the first philosopher) died by falling into a ditch while Stargazing. I guess that's an acceptable way to go.

[theacademicgatsby]

a perfect autumnal day: getting up when the air is still slightly chilly, but feeling it get warmer as you go through your morning routine, nursing your glass of iced coffee as beads of perspiration from it travel to your palm, knowing it's the last few days of drinking cold coffee as you will switch to a steaming, hot cup as the weather changes, taking a light jacket out with you wherever you go, so that you are prepared for all possible weathers for the day, jumping on crunchy leaves as soon as you spot some and hearing them make that satisfying sound, always ending the day with some chinese takeout as you binge on Gilmore Girls for the nth time

[chaitalinath]

I mean, is it too much to ask for if I ask you not to text me and come sit next to me and watch the stars? If I ask you to talk to me in person when I can see you blush instead of just calls when I can only hear your breath quickening? Is physical presence too much to ask for?

[shewhomustbereading-deactivated]

Sunrises are the only time of day that i believe in the divine, when the sky is splattered in a myriad of color from the palest of golds to the brightest hues of pink , and i think "Well there must be a God"

[vvierdwitch]

physically i'm here but mentally i'm scouring library shelves and then lying down in a field with the pile of books beside me and a basket with tons of bread and coffee and the breeze is blowing gently and the sun warms my back and it makes my eyelids droop!!!!!!

[delicate-and-dark]

Right now the moon knows your name better than I do, but one day soon, we’ll hold hands and thank her for her listening ear. For holding me close when you weren’t yet here. And while we couldn’t clearly see it yet, she has been guiding us closer to one another all along, holding the red string of fate that ties us together safely in her palms. As the tides were made with Her in mind, she knew you and I were too made one in the same.

-I feel you too

P.G.C

[poetsmusee]

Let’s go sit on the beach on a moonlit night to gaze up on the moon…. jk… unless…

[poetsmusee]

Finally, in a low whisper, he said, “I think I might be a terrible person.

For a split second I believed him—I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing. 

Miranda July - The First Bad Man.

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[hella1975]

i am filled with this overwhelming need to be a prodigy at something and i literally do not know what to do with it. i can’t take up any sports because if i’m not immediately the best at them i just quit or lose all interest. i can’t have hobbies in moderation. psychology tumblr im begging you to tell me wtf is wrong with me and how to get rid of it

[poetsmusee]

At this point I’m just living off of spite. Literally.