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pagesofjasmine · 8 months

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“Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that’s why we’re so anxious to lose them, don’t you think?”

– The Secret History

#aesthetic #chaotic academia #classic academia #dark academia #dark academia aesthetic #university #classic literature #books and libraries #books and coffee #books and literature #the secret history #donna tartt #darkestacademia #chaotic #literature #lit #books

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the-reverii · 5 months

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vexheart · 2 years

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Sing like there's nobody listening,

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owlvomit · 1 year

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Friday study session between Galileo's notebook and the mighty Gutenberg bible at Yale's Beinecke Library, the only one I hadn't visited on campus.

#ivy league #light academia #dark academia #yale university #darkacademia #newyork #art #library #books & libraries #bookshelf #history #histoire #academia #darkestacademia #fall aesthetic #winter #aesthetic #harvard #cambridge university

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rantings-at-dusk · 2 years

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When I constantly find myself relating to the morally grey character and falling for the dark haired villain, I'm left to wonder if I'm the real life villain and just need a reason to throw my morals out the window

#dark romanticism #villain #dark hair #morally grey characters #fiction #darkacademia #darkestacademia

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angelicidiotsworld · 2 months

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Void

I have always wondered about the hollow feeling I get now and then. On a random Tuesday, a lucky night, an afterthought after I enjoy myself. The sense of having a void in my chest. When the whole world seems to stop, it becomes hard to breathe. How long have I been experiencing this? It's quite hard to tell, but I know it has been long enough. It starts slowly and gradually shows its depth; it's like a pit of void, getting inserted in the center of my chest and slowly eating me away. Waiting for me to give up so it can conquer the flesh of my body, the soul deep in me.

I quickly try to hide it, avert my gaze, sound normal, look normal. But it stays on the surface, waiting for me to scratch it and unleash the demise settling on me. But it never does; it just stays on the surface. Sometimes, it seems like an empty warning, something eerie made up in my imagination. But sometimes, it feels so real; nothing else exists in that moment. That void seeks something urgently. I wonder what it is that it seeks. Satisfaction, company, isolation, change. It intrigues me, but my curious nature can not deny it harms me too. Even when it stops and I can not hear it, it is there, its presence heavily noted. In each step I take, at every corner of my shadow, every time my gaze falls to the mirror. It is there.

Is it loneliness, the craving to have someone? or a fantasy made in me to satisfy whenever things go wrong? Do I need help to get over it, or is it nothing? All these questions plague my thoughts, and at that moment, it returns. It never stops. It is an unending cycle.

But it is not a new feeling at all. It is something I have experienced since I remember this world. Always there that unsettling feeling when something goes wrong, when everything is fine. It stays. But as you grow older, you get better at masking it. Talking about it to people seems so…burdensome.

Especially when you are like me, always cheerful and bubbly, people tend to disregard you, feeling miserable. How can you feel so out of place when you shine bright in the room? Some people care, they ask, you tell, but it seems so….pathetic. Describing it, basically screaming through your words, “No, I am not as happy as I look. I am not that much of a sunshine. Honestly, I feel like I am standing naked in a thunderstorm, waiting for the lightning to strike me and end my misery once and for all.” But it never comes out like that; all that comes out is a dismissive laugh, a reassuring “I am fine,” and sooner or later, people give up. Why shouldn’t they? You beg for them to drop it, yet you seek help. The problem with this whole concept is that everyone wants to urge you to be better instantly when all you want to do is let that feeling sink in. Let it drown all of you, to sit in it and feel. To feel it all, to breathe. Breathe in and breathe out; it becomes so hard to do that. At that moment, you do not want to get out of the pit; you just wish to breathe. All that person seeks in that moment is to live. But, the panic rush of getting up and outside the void makes you forget to breathe, and you fall deeper and deeper. It never ends. I wonder if it ever stops: one day if it randomly goes away, the parasite will not find you suitable anymore. But will its effects persist all your life?

I am well aware I am not the only one miserable; I am well aware someone out there will find this written for them. Sometimes, you do not want to hear the tips to get better; all you need to know is that someone feels the same; they are coping, and so am I. You get so comfortable in the sadness you expect it, always. And when someone is willing to share that sadness with you, it feels like you will finally get better. But that turns out to be an illusion, too. So many people could be willing to help you, yet you will not feel better. You feel guilty for letting them down and disappointed in yourself. But, Oh God, what must you do? You are barely surviving yourself. You are barely surviving yourself. I’d say cut yourself some slack, but it's easier said than done. All I can tell you is, just…be. Be you. I am unsure if it will ever end, but hopefully, you will shine bright and feel that way, too. For you are the child of the cosmos, a magical soul.

-arru

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suryodita20 · 1 year

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They say “everything happens for a reason.” I believe that. They say “some people come into our life just to tell us what love is not.” I believe them. They say “I know it hurts sometimes but you’ll get over it.” Yes. I believe them. They say “people fade away but memories last.” Oh they sure af do. And even after believing in all of the shit above, it still hurts sometimes. It’s never easy to not look back. Never easy to let it hurt and then let it go. Never easy to let it just be a chapter in your life and move on to the next. Because every time you turn your page, you linger midway. And hesitate. You want to read that last line again, just to be okay with the next part. And I think that’s when we are the most vulnerable. When we decide to ache a little while longer holding on to things that are slipping away just to save ourselves from suffering the consequences of not being enough to have them with us forever….and so saying all that. It would make sense for me tonight to ache with an undefined longing just because I feel like lingering a minute more in the chapter I am currently in. @wordsileft_behind . . . . . . . . . #tumblr #throwbackthursday #bookstagram #fyodordostoyevsky #hozier #lanadelrey #darkacademiacommunity #darkestacademia #tweetgram #tumblrgirl #lightacademiaaesthetic #wordporn #letgoofthepast https://www.instagram.com/p/CqLmOC5POqZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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foreverinbl00m · 11 days

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April 9th, 2024 || 21°C partly cloudy || Day 01 of trying my best

"Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising every time we fall." - Confucius

Read a chapter of a book (Atomic Habits

Study 1 chapter of math

Practice figure drawing (min. 10 mins)

Write in my diary (reflection of the day)

Work on assignment

Thoughts: I felt a bit overwhelmed by the way nothing feels right and how I just feel quite insecure and incompetent these days, but I have to try again no matter how many times I've failed in the past. I need to try my best to find peace and joy in my every day life again.

#studyblr #dark academia #darkestacademia aesthetic #chaotic academia #academia #student #study blog

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kynhgosss · 2 years

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dionysian-mystery · 3 years

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Portrait of an Unkown Lady, Madame St. F - Gustave Richard (detail)

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dark-academia-bex · 2 years

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Is it enough dark academia to wander in abandoned villas with your best friend?

#dark academia #academia aesthetics #classic academia #light academia #chaotic academia #darkest academia #books and literature #classical art #gothic academia #grey academia #darkacademia #darkestacademia #gothicacademia #chaoticacademia #fairy academia #academia #the secret history #decadentism

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pagesofjasmine · 8 months

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Strange how old dusty libraries and stained pages of books makes you feel alive and fresh as new.

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the-reverii · 6 months

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"nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing."

— oscar wilde, the picture of dorian gray.

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drishya-writes · 2 years

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OC names

I came across soooooo many beautiful names while coming up with my OCs but can't use them all ;-;

Here are some I just am in love with:

- Amara

- Arabelle

- Amon

- Aria

- Aura

- Silas

- Nimue

- Aldrich

- Libelle

- Oizys

- Elvi

- Orna

- Soter

- Gaia

- Willa

- Briony

The list honestly goes on but I just thought these were some great names. Anyway...I'm going to go make another character cuz I just realized I need another one. Ciao.

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ankasha99 · 2 years

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एक तेरी ही परवाह, परवाह सी लगती थी अब तो मानो खुद से खुद का ख़याल रखा नही जाता और फिर कभी रखा ही नही तो अब सीखना चाहे भी तो सीखा नही जाता ।। वो सुबह उठने से लेकर शाम की नींद का वक्त तय करा भी नही जाता, एक दर्द की दवाई का नाम भी यक़ीन करो, याद नही आता वो हज़ारों तरीक़ों से जो मना लेते थे तुम हमको तो अब खुद ही से रूठना भी नही आता।। खुद से ख़रीद रहे है सब कुछ हमें तो पसंद भी करना नही आता, तुम्हारी एक नज़र भर के लिए ही तो सजते थे अब तैयार होने में भी कुछ मज़ा नही आता।। युंही मस्ती मज़ाक़ में निकल जाते थे दिन खुदसे अब तो लड़ा नही जाता कमी रही ही नही थी इश्क़ की कभी अब तो हमसे प्यार भी माँगा नही जाता। #hindipoetry #shayari #shayariquotes #instagram #instagramers #literature #literaturememes #literaturequotes #ishq #90ssongs #90sbollywood #tehzeebhafi #gulzar #lovequotes #darkacademia #darkestacademia #darkacademiapoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CYD9HIYpm4O/?utm_medium=tumblr

#hindipoetry #shayari #shayariquotes #instagram #instagramers #literature #literaturememes #literaturequotes #ishq #90ssongs #90sbollywood #tehzeebhafi #gulzar #lovequotes #darkacademia #darkestacademia #darkacademiapoetry

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rantings-at-dusk · 2 years

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...the feet of a stranger who had fled, the beastly creatures of Tartarus at her heels, so she stained the ground a dark red watery mess. When Apollo kissed her cold lonely cheeks he found tears like a never ending river. She cried so wretchedly, oh how the poor pathetic thing did, and Apollo watched, and he shone down on her, at least to dry her sorrow away, but he couldn't. He's heart broke for her, along with the small birds of the dawn, who sang a sweet melody of heartache. The lovely lass lay there, mourning the loss of her moonlight lover, ready to let the moss grow over her and take claim of her body, her only remnant. For her soul and heart had already departed with a certain Cinderella, and Mother did, with the gentle whisperings of Persephone. She curled her gentle roots over the lovely lass' body, weaved her delicate flowers through her hair. Mother claimed her child, from dust she came, and to dust she shall return. And a pleasant garden of tulips and chrysanthemums of the most true and ancient of colors grew, where the lovely lass had lain. And if you listen, very carefully, every night, when Selene is at her glory, you will hear the wretched melody of twisted confessions of love and death, and you will see the two strange lovers, dancing in the moonlight, for the stranger did come back, and now they would never be parted, in an everlasting embrace. In the hand of each of the lovers lay a chrysanthemum and a tulip, both as beautiful as death and life, as pain and love clutched to each's heart. Selene would shine, as if, only for the two lovers, for the rest of eternal infinity. The end. #poets #poetry #poetinstagram #writeracademia #writersofinstagram #writers #greekliterature #romanticacademia #darkestacademia #classicacademia #queeracademia #literatureacademia@paradise_of_poem https://www.instagram.com/p/CiIdEses2RT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#poets #poetry #poetinstagram #writeracademia #writersofinstagram #writers #greekliterature #romanticacademia #darkestacademia #classicacademia #queeracademia #literatureacademia

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