Dark academia is just "be gay, do crime" but in latin

Andulka

tannertan36
icyghini twinkie
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
EXPECTATIONS

PR's Tumblrdome
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
No title available

bliss lane
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Keni

ellievsbear
No title available

oozey mess
Misplaced Lens Cap
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

gracie abrams
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

seen from Germany
seen from Jamaica
seen from France

seen from T1

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Spain
seen from Panama

seen from Russia
seen from Brazil

seen from Canada

seen from Malaysia

seen from South Africa
seen from United States

seen from Brazil
seen from Brazil
seen from Italy
seen from Iraq

seen from United States
@scribo-ergosum
Dark academia is just "be gay, do crime" but in latin
Why does like every language do things with their R sounds that nobody else understands
⟨r⟩ is out of control.
It's a chameleon, a turncoat. It's at the front of the mouth [ɾ] and the back [ʁ]. It's a flap, a trill , a fricative [ʀ], an approximate [ɹ], a retroflex [ɽ]. It's a consonant. It's a semivowel. It's a vowel. It's /ʐ/.
It's a color. It's nothing. It's the space between words.
It's tearing Sweden apart.
@svenskjavel
Instagram: thenovelacademy
Love me to my very bare soul, and when you meet its empty hole; Fill it with you wondrous things and make me whole once more
Brave New World, Aldous Huxley
luv.cjj
'run a botanical garden? why darling, i would love to'
@6achvr
There, within the thing that pretends to be a cabin, is the one you love. You hold each other, whisper words of reassurance, but the place knows this comfort to be a lie, and laces upon it instead the awful fear of losing what you have.
Gestochen Scharf | Instagram: @gestochen_scharf
everyone talks about how they want to drop out of school and become a stripper.......unfortunately i don’t have the upper body strength for that so hear me out
fake your death and move to a small village in southern Italy. you get a job working at a small bookshop. it doesn’t pay much but it’s enough to rent a small cottage on the out skirts of town. you finish your education on your own, not having to worry about teachers or due dates. you simply live out the rest of your life and not once do you cry yourself to sleep.