If these walls could speak

torn between light & dark academia

[mahoganyamore]

and all of my devotion turns violent

[academic-vampire]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔫 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔷𝔢

[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

love of my life please come back. I can't stand the summer /

"Oh, Marilla. I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it?" - Anne Shirley, Anne of Green Gables

[cottaegecore]

schedule for the week

[theriverbeyond]

why don't you do arts and crafts for 5 hours and then you'll calm down

[rosieandthemoon]

By Greg Mort

[emeraldcas]

don't listen to them babe just keep opening more tabs in your browser

[gayteensupreme]

Btw if I say things like “by god” or “good lord” in posts please be aware I don’t mean it in a catholic way I mean it in a 1950s scientist reacting in horror after they create an evil creature in the lab set in the distant future year of 2005

[anniesrkive]

april pages 📑

[theatrum-tenebrarum]

As we're moving away from the dark seasons, in the period where spring is only just preparing for its first steps, I created this journal entry on the Krampus and the Perchten, famous Alpine winter spirits.

It's a compilation of text excerpts from scientific articles and printed photos/stickers, arranged in a way that reminds me of zines. I've always wanted to create zines on folklore, cryptozoology, mysteries and similar topics so maybe it does happen someday 😁.

[anniesrkive]

secret gardens and the antler queen.

[alwaysbeenjessica]

finally in a good rhythm in my commonplace book🌟

[cabinetteofcuriosities]

Life’s good when you get to journal about spooky things. 🕸️🖤🕷️

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

My only error is that I think to a point that I rot myself

[maviyenot]

[peacefulandcozy]

Instagram credit: sarahwitpeerd

[mournfulroses]

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, from a letter to Jane Williams written in February 1823, featured in The Letters of Mary Shelley

[fairydrowning]

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]