as much as i love the idea of dark academia being full of long coats , dimly lit libraries and clothes straight out of a 50s cambridge student closet , it simply isn't as realistic as it is motivating .
dark academia is zoom group studying with friends,papers scattered around your room,deadlines everywhere, that one cup of tea you made at 8 in the morning and it's still untouched at 6 in the afternoon,taking some random buzzfeed quiz that will reveal your future based on your favourite type of cheese while cramming for a calculus test,scrolling through tumblr for inspiration,procrastinating on your essay five hours before it's due,pulling all-nighters because that one criminal minds episode was far more interesting than you history final next morning,washing your hair thirty minutes before a zoom meeting so you won’t look like a greasy slug,buying aesthetically pleasing stationary as if the will to study comes with them
I'd cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home.
— Andrea Gibson
Chidi: Goodnight
Eleanor: Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite. Tonight. Imma fight. ‘Till we see the sunlight. Tick tick. On the clock. But the party won’t stop-
Chidi: Shut the Fuck up
She’s so beautiful. @kshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh im gonna steal her soon. Beware.
(instru)mental breakdown
Have you ever felt the urge to jump
from the tallest building,
heard the wind whispering in your ears
from the highest tree?
Have you ever thought, at least once,
that you weren't living in a world
made for your kind?
Earth cannot contain the sea.
Water cannot be shaped
by men's will, nor by their greed.
You are not from this planet,
you are not quite human, too.
The stars call you at night,
asking you to go back home;
the wind tells you the story
of how your kind carve the world.
And you close your eyes,
and listen
the voice of the Earth
calling you "son".
Have you ever felt the urge to jump?
Everybody has secrets. That’s nondebatable. The only question is whether you’re keeping you’re own, or someone else’s.
The Cousins by Karen M. McManus (via c-morrigan)
reblog if ur mom is smart and beautiful
Do you know that line in The Perks of Being a Wallflower? The one that says “this one moment when you know you’re not just a sad story. You are alive.” that resonates so much with me, because it’s true, it’s so damn true!
I don’t know who needs to hear this right now, but life isn’t supposed to be one big mass of pain, it really isn’t. You are so allowed to seek for happiness, and to fight with your nails and teeth for it, to screw off people that aren’t good for you, to say no, to do whatever it is that helps you and that makes you happy. You can scream, you really can, you can rip pages, you can fuck your room up, if necessary. Feel it, because you didn’t deserve that pain, you really didn’t, friend. So rage if you need to, or lay down, or cry, or watch that movie that makes you forget everything else, or listen to that music that you hold in your heart. Let your heart rest, and maybe it won’t be that heavy when you wake up.
Moon dust in your lungs,Stars in your eyes.You are the child of cosmos,Ruler of the skies.
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