#study aesthetics

[somerabbitholes]

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[outsassing-nero]

trying to find a purpose for my unused journals! i usually pick them up at museums and while traveling :)

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listening to: patriarkh wierszalin iii

[nayani-reads]

Notes and notes and notes

– Nayani 🥀

🎶song: 'Rosyln' by Bon Iver

[linastudyblrsblog]

Last day of med school 💛✨

[aestheticallyoverload]

🧠 Dark Academia – popular and the original academic aesthetic that revolves around classic literature, the pursuit of self-discovery and a general passion for knowledge and learning. Due to fact, that Dark Academia is an internet aesthetic, it largely entails sharing photographs, making outfits and participating in certain hobbies through social media.

As this aesthetic grew in the late 2010s and early 2020s, many book publishers capitalized on this style and used this phrase to create and advertise Young Adult books, making this also a new fictional microgenre in its early stages.

Visuals for Dark Academia are primarily from upper-class European cultures of the 19th century, Gothicism and American Prep. The upper class of this time period emphasized a liberal education in which Latin, rhetoric and classics were taught subjects. These topics are now seen as unusual and esoteric, creating an allure that presents schooling as not dreary or boring, but one that cultivates mystery, curiosity and diligence that isn't commonly seen in contemporary schooling.

Being pretentious is celebrated within the Dark Academia, because of this allure of intelligence and mystery. Romanticizing education and moments in life that are related to university experiences is the core appeal of this aesthetic, with grandiose statements and wishes for success being common topic in text posts.

[hoezierre]

Horror Academia Textpost #1

You live in your aunt's house, for college. Small claustrophobic room with scratched wallpapers... soft pool of reddish light above the bed where you sleep, study, eat (it's a small room); the red light is slowly maddening. You try to read under candles, but the eyes are straining. Cold is sinking through the skin and hairs on your arms are constantly on edge. There is always a feeling... something right behind your ears. The need to drink black coffee. You sip the hot black nectar, swirl it around your mouth roughened by tar. Then the warmth flows down through you...and you feel...hope. Focus. Focus on the book at hand. A thrifted copy of Carmilla by Fanu. It's 3 at night and you must sleep, yet you read on, wishing for a young girl by you... a friend... alluring, maddening. You dissolve into a dream...pale skin, bony fingers running through your uncombed hair, her bloody lips reaching for your neck, perhaps for a kiss. The red light flickers and you hear a tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. The sink tap has been broken for weeks. You need to sleep. There is a test tomorrow on The Lighthouse by Woolf. And you want to forget about it. Remember that time when all you wanted was a pastel colour set with 80 colours? How your dad used to shout... deafening.... Tap. Tap. Tap. You get up and shove a cloth in it. The red light guides you. You want to sleep, and you turn the next page. Perpetual discomfort. You read a sentence twice, thrice.... Tightly wrap the blanket around you. A beautiful word, must underline it. Where's the pencil? You find one stuck in the edge of the bed. Did Carmilla really exist? You ponder her beauty, imagine yourself in a gothic castle... The darkness helps hide the reality. You sink further into the bed, sleep slowly hovering above you. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap on the door. Of your room. You are home alone.

[glossyhobi]

—happy love month;

[polysprachig]

29.09.2023 | Study aesthetics and the real world, a langblr / studyblr psa

Currently translating multiple things and consulting my favourite bilingual dictionary (plus a historical one)

There are times when I clear off my desk and only take out what I need to work with full focus on one thing. This is not one of those times. Or well, it was when I started. 90% of the time, my desk ends up looking like this.

And I love it.