I Would Give Anything To Read About The Winter Bunny And Henry Spend Together In Rome. Please. Just Two

Oh I really do enjoy how the 2020s are shaping up to be a lot like the 1920s. You get a generation of lost kids that grew up during a war. They reject their parents conservative attitudes. The youth has created a resurgence of Dadaism and Nihilism that the older generations don’t understand. An artistic boom replacing the materialistic tendencies of our parents. The queer community is thriving in a way that it hasent been in years. Activism and socialist ideologies are on the rise again. How wonderful. It makes me want to go to Paris and be the next Gertrude Stein

Dark Academia Extended Tag 🪐

Taken from @wellyouwontknow on weheartit

1. Are you going to learn Greek, Latin or French?

2. Will you drink coffee or tea as you read trough old books?

3. Running through the dark, mysterious forests behind the school at night or early morning walks around the school?

4. Will you read Kill Your Darlings or The Picture of Dorian Gray?

5. Will you read The Secret History or Dead Poets Society?

6. All-girls school, all-boys school, or going to a school for everyone?

7. Will you tell your friends about Oscar Wilde or Edgar Allan Poe?

8. Will you tell the rough truth or the sweet lies about what happened last weekend?

9. Will you prefer the sound of the crowded library (flipping pages, pencils meeting paper, soft whispers) or your shared dormitory at night (snoring, fire crackles, rain tapping against the window?

10. Running in the rain or laying on grass during summer?

11. At night, when they ask for a scary story, will you tell of true crime or urban legends?

12. Will your old radio play classical or jazz?

13. Will you take history or English class?

14. Will you dance in the moonlight, or play the piano, softly?

15. Will you prefer an old countryside manor, or a big city house?

16. In an empty classroom, will you solve equations on the blackboard, or search for answers in an old forgotten book?

17. Will you sit on a bench, in silence, with the person that you love, or dance at a ball with the same person?

18. Will you write music or poetry?

19. Will you go to a crowded reception, or spend the night telling horror stories to your friends?

20. Will you be a student at a boarding school in the countryside, or at a prestigious university?

21. A quiet and desired solitude or a group of friends with whom to break the rules?

22. Will you play Hamlet or Othello?

23. Will you pledge allegiance to the gods of science or literature?

24. Will you be forced to abandon love for ambition or ambition for love?

25. Will you visit rainy London or gloomy Paris?

26. Will you experience a forbidden love, because homosexual, or because incompatible with the social differences?

27. Will you play the piano or the violin?

28. Will you study late at night, or from early morning?

29. Will you be crazy about old novels or old movies?

30. Will you visit an abandoned chapel, at night, or a hidden library?

31. Will you wear tweed blazer or a trench coat?

32. Corduroy or plaid pants?

33. Oxford shoes or Doc Marten's boots?

34. A beige blouse or a black turtleneck?

35. A pocket watch or metal glasses?

36. Will you prefer the sound of dead leaves crunching under the feet or the feeling of the sun on your skin on a winter day?

37. Will you smoke a cigarette on the terrace of a cafe, reading the newspaper, or drinking red wine at night, a violin in your hand?

38. Will you spend hours in a museum, starring the same piece of art, or typing an essay on a typewriter?

39. Will you wear your hair tied by a ribbon, or braided?

40. A hazy graveyard at dusk, or a wild horse running in a field?

41. Will you prefer a Gothic-style building (high windows, towers) or neoclassical (columns, sober)?

42. Will you meet your love in secret between two shelves in the library, or behind a chapel?

43. Will you read Jane Austen or Henry James?

44. Will you wear the portrait of your loved one as a medallion, or place one of their letters against your heart?

my inbox is open! send me a number <3 (or do it yourself too)

lying on the couch

- boring

- feels unproductive

- u just kind of lie there

lying on the couch with a poofy shirt:

- melodramatic

- inherently homoerotic

- oscar wilde is proud

chaotic academia, a concept : scribbling lorde’s lyrics aggressively on a napkin, burning candles and touching the wax with your fingers, getting ink on your white shirt, choosing to stay up to read when you have to wake up four hours later, brewing tea while shivering in your cold kitchen, compiling your last minute notes in a small dark cafe, going out from your home in the rain to buy yourself an umbrella, feeling homesick at home

I listened to the audio book of The Secret History by RSL and I found out that Richard’s last name is pronounced PaP-en not pA-pen

I have a deep love of Charlie Dalton

dead poets society but it’s every time someone says charlie’s name

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

“Aphrodite, the goddess of breathless romances, of honeyed breaths, of feverishly promised forevers.”

— Nikita Gill, from “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths & Monsters,”

How to feel etheral:

- write poetry in the dark and play soft, melancholic songs

- recite poetry to yourself

- drink tea and warm your cold hands with the cup

- leave little notes to people you love

- smile at strangers on the street and at kids

- give genuine compliments

- live to create beauty that will live on forever

- wear comfortable clothes

- give hugs

- wear jewellery that means a lot to you

- memorise the lyrics you love most and write them everywhere

- keep your intentions pure and honest

- read.a lot

- find beauty in everything

- be genuine

- love madly,deeply and passionately

- be kind to yourself

- put aside time to do your hair and skin care

- keep your eyes bright and curious

- speak softly and clearly

- write letters

- nurture yourself

- use blush :*

nvm he left me on read :’(

i hate time

it only moves slow when i actually want something to happen

its been less than 20 minutes since i messaged this guy and it feels like its been half an hour wtf