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You make my soul sing Now I’m left tossing and turning, a fever dream In ghost pain my body trembles At the thought of days where you might not be.
Like a fool, I’ve beared myself to you So carelessly, I’ve let you pry me open But I’ve never thrived on regrets And I can’t live with could-have-beens. Without you? Maybe, Though I wouldn’t dare to try.
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If you want to watch a dark academia movie, I just watched Crimson Peak and really enjoyed it. Victorian, gothic, gruesome. (And – dare I say – Tim Burton-esque.)
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Oh, how I long to be surrounded by soil and moss, I crave to graze the earth where no man shall cross, Run adrift, enfolded in the morning dew's golden gloss. My, how I yearn to flee from the cold streets of a city, The manufactured, man-made, artificial essentiality; My life only a hinge in a mad machine, as it glides on by. I lust for a no-man's-land, I wish to be left wild to roam, To grow a root wherever I come to a still, call it a home, Become the nature's bride until I shall meet my gloam.
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As thy knight I swore to never quiver, An oath broken as out of me pours a red river. It is not the fear; for I'd rather go now, My deeds done, I lay to rest my arrow and bow. In your arms I grow cold and thou weep, Thou cry out for me as if thou were the one to bleed. Mark my words and mistake me not; I wish not to leave, But if it means thou need not, I've no regrets to grieve. Even if my body is cut down on this battlefield, Even if this time I've lost – my soul shall not yield.
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I wish I could write thee a letter, For dear, I am at the end of my tether. And still, I cannot speak of my passion or sorrow, Not when I live on emotions I only may borrow. For this, I must beg thee for pardon – Not all of us grow with roses in our garden. Yet on this I shall swear; one day I'll pen thee none a sweet sonnet, Only true words that will make thee blush under thy lovely bonnet. Wait for me, my darling, and I shan't betray my promise, Meanwhile, may my artless deceit bring thee temporary solace.
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more (uncommon?) dark academia songs
I'm not a vampire (revamped) – Falling In Reverse (the vibes are fucking immaculate)
Starry starry night – Lianne La Havas (from Loving Vincent)
La Reine – Angèle
Lo Que Construimos – Natalia Lafourcade
Lie – Jimin (from BTS, I've linked the short film version but you can easily find the full version)
Blood Sweat and Tears – BTS
Delicate – Damien Rice
Delicate – Scott Quinn
While your lips are still red – Nightwish
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Perhaps I was destined to run from thee for it seems all I reach for is doomed to die. Alive – it looks the most lovely on thee, and I've no heart to taint thy beauty with the dreary face of death. I'm a weak man with a weaker soul, my love; should I come to pass one day, I'll be laid at thy feet to forever beg for forgiveness.
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Once upon the olden days there was a deceitful matron. She'd an eye out for a little lass who had an alley as his hearth and home. She selfishly wanted him – so she came and conquered, took him to her dwellings, gave him refuge in the midst of a minefield.
It took no longer than 'til the latest hours when he already strayed away on his own, not knowing she’d awoken. The poor boy lost himself deep into the waking night with the north star as his sole companion. And yet, even the starlight shied away at the woman who wished to not let him go. She plagued him as he wept, "I beg of you, have mercy on this meager child.” I heard a hollow laughter and a miserable cry, witnessed her steal an arm to keep a part of the boy by her side.
At last the matron let him flee, supposed he'd evermore be a flightless bird. Still, as the night gave away and the sun rose in the east, he got up on his feet and prevailed in spite of all his misery.
He was free and lone, having fought a losing battle. He went against the odds and lived to see another day, wandered toward newfound glory, fortune and prosper.
So even that little boy thrived – knowing, remembering, celebrating, mourning. And only because he knew and could remember, in the end there was more laughter than there had been sorrow in the night.
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Waiting for messages not sent Longing to answer calls never dialed Reaching for arms that don’t know how to hold Leaning to lips I’m not tall enough to kiss And yet, yet now I grieve At the memory of you –
I didn’t get the word you’d leave, I didn’t see you go Though I think I used to, now I cannot dream As the days bleed I begin to lose my sight First, I forget the way you used to look Then how you used to sound How you felt to touch Your light perfume I cannot recall you.
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murder and chill™️ dark academia songs
Devil in me – Gin Wigmore (fave)
Black sheep – Gin Wigmore (another fave)
Shoot him down! – Alice Francis
Call me devil – Friends in Tokyo
Epiphany – from Sweeney Todd 
I can’t decide – Scissor Sisters
Let him burn – from American Satan
Heathens – Twenty One Pilots
Boy meets evil – J-Hope (BTS)
Man down – Cover by Zhavia 
You know I’m no good – Amy Winehouse
Bang bang – Nancy Sinatra (from Kill Bill)
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want to learn about mythology but you already learnt all about the greek myths and divinities?
I recommend looking into Finnish mythology. There is a work that is named Kalevala which is the national collection of Finnish myths in poetry form. I would even dare to call it the Finnish Iliad and Odyssey.
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Elias Lönnrot traveled around Finland between the years 1828 and 1838 to collect the poems which were originally in song form. The myths originate from as far as 1000–500 BCE, some of which explain the creation of the world and others are epic stories about shamans, powerful women and men thirsting over the beautiful women of the stories.
You can find English translations on Amazon, but also elsewhere if you look it up.
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random things I think are very dark academia for reasons I can’t explain 2.0
Drinking red wine on the plane – Nothing like chugging some free wine at a concerning speed while reading the book you’re determined to finish before landing. Extra points if have the balls to ask for two bottles – don’t be shy, they won’t tell you no. Minors excluded, of course.
Adulting – Don’t get me wrong, adulting sucks. I quite like it when I open the fridge in the morning and new food has just magically appeared overnight and when I don’t have to pay bills. However, there’s this very specific part of adulting that I’m talking about. I’m talking about making formal calls, sending emails, going out for meetings/appointments and signing papers, handling the stuff your parents used to handle for you. Makes me feel all-powerful against my crippling anxiety.
Uniform scents – I don’t know what to call it, but I mean when your shampoo, body wash, hand cream, deodorant and perfume all smell like the same one or two scents like coconut and vanilla or fresh linen. It will become your signature scent, so to say, and people will unconsciously start associating it with you even when you’re not around. If you’re wondering where the hell you can get coconut/linen scented deodorant, I personally use Wild (with the purchase they gave me two codes to give people a free reusable case that goes with the brand’s refills, but I don’t have friends so whoever uses these first can get one: CASEKZ4WK and CASE6834B. Sadly, I don’t make any money off of this lol I’m just leaving them here for you). I also know that Native makes similar scents, and I’ve seen youtubers promote it so you can probably find a code somewhere for that as well. They’re both promoted as eco-friendly and natural, so if that’s something you’re into you can look into them. I’m personally a fan because of the unique scents! If you’re looking for a perfume that smells like fresh linen, try BTS Jungkook’s recommendation of W.Dressroom 97 in April Cotton. It’s such a nice and comforting scent, unisex and cheap as well. 
Lighting a fireplace – Maybe it’s the cottage lesbian in me, but there’s something very calming and aesthetic about lighting an old fireplace and the smell of burning wood. The first times you try to light one it’s a bit of a struggle bus but when you get the gist of it it’s not very difficult. As a bonus, you get to sit in front of it and read while you wait to see if the wood finally caught fire properly.
Buy me a coffee, I’ll write you a poem.
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i only sold one copy of my book this month. if you want to read some dark poetry by an indie author, maybe you can check out mine here or you can just reblog🤍 
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ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem— with the sword, she seeks peace under liberty
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Emily’s yellow dress in Dickinson’s The Daisy follows soft the Sun (2021)
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I saw an angel in the marble and carved until I set him free
Michelangelo (via themindsjournalposts)
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just another day of thirsting after fictional characters who will never love me back 
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