#lowercase aesthetic

[the-soft-scholar]

how to wear dark academia

dark academia is not just clothing. it is the feeling of being wrapped in a novel you have loved for years. it is a palette of earth and ivory. it is softness stitched to intellect.

1. start with the colors

choose warm, muted tones that look like they were borrowed from an old library. think browns, creams, deep greens, charcoal, maroon, oat, and ink-black.

2. layer like a scholar with secrets

linen blouses under wool sweaters knit cardigans over collared shirts blazers that look slightly too academic for everyday life

3. choose textures that tell a story

tweed that feels like autumn wool that feels like safety cotton that carries the softness of morning light corduroy that whispers nostalgia

4. skirts and trousers that feel timeless

pleated skirts that move gently when you walk high-waisted trousers that hold elegance carefully

5. shoes for wandering bookstores

oxfords mary janes ankle boots anything that sounds soft when it touches wooden floors

6. accessories with quiet personality

minimal gold jewelry hair bows in muted tones leather satchels pens tucked behind your ear glasses that look a little too large

7. wear your heart like literature

carry a book annotate its margins let your outfit look like it belongs in the back corner of an old library where sunlit dust dances in the air.

[sleepy-inc]

being tired™️ is my brand at this point

[urbanfix]

is it ridiculous

is it funny that when the lights are out all I can think of is you? is silly that your smile is the last thing I think of before I drift off? is it dumb to feel electric when my mom calls you my boyfriend and despite the fact we will never have a label I still want it? is it stupid that when we are laughing at some stupid joke all I can think about are the infinite amount of possibilities? Is it ridiculous that I might just love you?

-christian

[obsessioninc]

e. e. cummings was the first to use lowercase aesthetic

[aesthetics-images]

[anxiety-at-the-party]

i promise i'm planning on eventually moving my writing over here, and i might post some writing prompts as well (mostly nsfw) if i don't have the energy or motivation to do them myself. just credit me if it's my original idea, that's all i ask.

[commaraderie]

shakira’s hips

spring

sprung so

sudden, stalky sambas

siding sonsy struts, scarcely

shamed

[a-kat-writes]

muezzin

she sits by the window every day, her shrill cries never getting the right attention. the small village surrounding the king’s castle assumed her broken cries were from an angry goddess, so peasants made the trek to offer her tower-shrine stacks of hay, just deceased still-borns, butchered cattle.

by morning, when the king’s cane strikes her once more across her bosom, the elite send more slaves of theirs bearing gifts to the weeping goddess who cries for attention, not prayers.