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reading frankenstein be like

“Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?” - Clarice Lispector

same homoerotic energy

have we gotten to the point where we can accept that dark academia tumblr is just the classic lit fandom or are we not ready for that yet

In a good bookroom you feel in some mysterious way that you are absorbing the wisdom contained in all the books through your skin, without even opening them.

- Mark Twain

DRAMATIC?? WHO, ME???

says Raskolnikov as he murders two women, teases the investigators to death and then smashes his confession in their faces like some belle dame throws away her glove so her idiotic worshippers can kill each other for it

are you more Razumikhin "goes a whole winter without lighting his stove, says he sleeps more soundly in the cold" chaotic, or Raskolnikov "faints in the middle of the police station when his crimes are mentioned" chaotic

“If he has a conscience he will suffer for his mistake. That will be the punishment, as well as the prison.”

— Rodion Raskolnikov, Crime and Punishment

“Talk nonsense, but talk your own nonsense, and I’ll kiss you for it. To go wrong in one’s own way is better than to go right in someone else’s.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“It takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Crime and Punishment)

oh to wear dark turtlenecks and oversized blazers, consume unhealthy amounts of coffee, study during rainy nights whilst the moon stares at you, go to long lost ruins of old castles with your friends and make poetry about your secret lover

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Woods

flowers in painting 🖼 💐

Century

15th

16th

17th

18th

19th

20th

Art movement

academic art

art nouveau

baroque

classicism

cubism

dadaism

expressionism

fauvism

impressionism

neo-classicism

post-impressionism

pre-raphaelism

primitivism

realism

renaissance

rococo

romanticism

surrealism

symbolism

ukiyo-e

Continent

asia

europe

latin america

middle east

oceania

us & canada

Themes and motifs

animals

architecture

biblical figures

fantasy

greek myth

historical figures

interiors

landscapes

literary characters

mythology

nature

norse myth

portraits

roman myth

society/people

the moon

the sea/ocean

the sky

urban/cityscapes

war

Genre

abstract

animal painting

cityscape

genre painting

history painting

landscape

portrait

seascape

self-portrait

still life

» Edgar Degas (1834 - 1917)

The Dance Class

Four Dancers

The Ballet Class

Dancers in Blue

The Dancing Class

The Green Dancer

» John Everett Millais (1829 - 1896)

Ophelia

Isabella

A Huguenot, on St. Bartholomew’s Day

Mariana

Christ in the House of His Parents

The Black Brunswicker

find something that makes you feel passionate. read everything you can find about it, research it late at night, then tell your friends about it. make notes and think deeply about it on long walks and on bus rides and when you fall asleep. because our passions make us who we are, they define us, they are what we stay alive for. how sad and dull life would be if we had nothing that kept our hearts wild and our eyes alight.

Quarantine Academia:

staying up until sunrise reading classic literature

learning latin on duolingo

practicing art and anatomy

stargazing in your backgarden or through a window

discovering forgotton classical music online

running out of hobbies to try

attempting to knit or sew something

taste testing all the teas you ahve in your cupboard

rearranging your bookshelves

making elegant extravagant facial coverings/masks to wear outside that go with all ur outfits (while still keeping its purpose)

buying floral and sweet smelling hand creams and sanatizers

making lists of all the books youre going to get when libraries open again

rolling your eyes at anti-maskers

learning about random historical figures online

researching haunted places

staying safe!!

Dark Academia aesthetics for science subjects

Physics

Chewed lips and fingernails. Coffee rings on your desk, and books, and pages. A sparrow pauses at your windowsill - it turns to you, and you have the strangest feeling that it understands something that you cannot. The atoms around you seem to communicate. Your eyelashes flutter, your fingers are stained. Who are you. What is this. What is this.

Astronomy

Lying on cobblestone in loose, flowey clothing. Your hands are cold, but something inside you burns, quietly - in your sternum, in your gut, behind your eyes, behind your teeth. Pinpricks of stars on a velvet night, glints of dust on a sun-streak, droplets of rain on a windowsill. All of this, and you, are the same.

Botany

A candle burns on your desk. Scrapbooks are filled with sketches, and pressed flowers, and dried leaves. Vines creep over a stone wall. You drink herbal tea with the bag left in. Tonight you press wax stamps to handwritten letters. You sit and drink the moonlight. You whisper to the plant on your windowsill.

Chemistry

Loose, giddy laughter. Two friends, shrieking and spinning, alone in a dark hall. Ridiculous, unfeasible ideas. Chicken-scratch notes. Walking the halls of an old university, gothic and dead and alive. You spent hours and hours in the lab, so consumed you don’t notice the time pass. It’s dark when you step outside. You tremble with excitement. Tomorrow.

Medicine

Macabre diagrams of skulls and human anatomy on yellowed paper. Your journals are cryptic: the scratched cursive look like clues, the symbols, code. Nights and nights and nights spent awake, exhaustion tugging at your clothes and your eyes and your neck, but your mind buzzes with an electric determination that teeters on madness. Clasped hands, and quiet camaraderie.

Veterinary medicine

Untamed grass on a misty morning, embroidered with wildflowers. You wear an old dress, or a white shirt tucked into loose checked trousers. Dew brushes your ankles. Your fingers card gently over fur. A kiss just barely touches skin. Your mind is sharp, but your heart is open. There is a breeze through the open window.

Technology

City lights. Ideas that swirl - no, prick at you, fine needle points of inspiration that kiss at the base of your neck, your jaw, your head, and you scramble to turn them into something real. Rusty gears turn on an old watch. A quirked eyebrow. You smell rain on the pavement. 

Psychology

A lone ballerina spins in an abandoned chapel; a streak of white against darkness. Tea in a vintage teacup, spoon left in, on a neat pile of books. Quiet gasps, soft hands and cursive writing. The echo of footsteps. A hand brushes through your hair. A mist rolls in. You think this dawn looks like a dusk.

Marine Biology

Waves heave and undulate, like a great ribcage swelling with breath. You watch it from a lighthouse, blank faced and austere in a long black coat. A small flame of fear quivers in the hollow of your chest. At the old wooden desk, you work.You lick your lips and taste brine.

click here for part 1: (aesthetics for literature, classics, philosophy, fine art, political science, and history)

what really struck me as a realization was when dostoyevsky said “A normal man, it is true, hardly exists. Among dozens – perhaps hundreds of thousands–hardly one is to be met with.” the idea of collective normalcy shattered right here.

Do you ever just have a breakdown over the fact that there are too many books to read, too many movies to see, too many poems to memorize, too many plays to watch, too many artworks to stare at and that you will never be able to consume all of it or is that just me

classic lit hits different than modern lit not because modern lit lacks depth but because there’s something so incredible about reading something and knowing that hundreds of years before you people were living, breathing, loving, the same way you do now. like one hundred years ago someone read these same words and felt them and read them just as you do today, and you’re connected despite the times that separates you

the more i learn about william shakespeare the more i lose my mind

Being a fan of TBHK is honestly a dream come true because it feels like we're being constantly bombarded with high-quality official content. Like the main series' art and story are already so fleshed out and polished but would you like some more commemorative artwork? Twitter events? AUs? I've never felt so pampered. Like you can feel the passion and care the team has for their series and characters and its so refreshing. We're so blessed, I'm so blessed. Thank you, AidaIro.

[Dear My Living Dead] Full English Translation - AidaIro

Here we are! Our first release as a scanlation group of AidaIro’s brilliant debut one-shot, Dear My Living Dead. It’s kind of a predecessor of the main Toilet Bound Hanako-kun series, so it’s interesting to see the thematic links between the two works. Everyone in our team has been working very hard on it - I’m incredibly proud to see how far we’ve come! We hope you all enjoy reading DMLD and look forward to our future scanlations~ Wormokke signing off! ^^

TW abuse, murder, body horror

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things that set my soul alight

The inexplicable romanticism of reading indoors during a thunderstorm.

The existential suspicion that there is something more waiting out there for you to find it.

The dark and heady way they move through the corridors, as though they were crafted from the gods themselves.

the beauty of anime movies is their view on ordinary things. every single thing is detailed to look good and feel good. the sky, the food, the clothes; all its characteristics make you feel warm and safe and want to get out of bed, or wherever you are, to see the sun and inhale pure air. that’s the reason i love each one of them, they make you see beauty and awesomeness in every little aspect of our ordinary lives. the joy of talking to your friends between breaks and sharing some laughs, the feeling in your chest every time you fall in love, the calmness of walking anywhere and seeing strangers and wondering what’s their story. the happiness of sitting in your backyard to draw, paint, listen to music, anything that makes you feel okay. everything can be fine and it will be. that’s the feeling anime movies transmit to you. the feeling of living our lives.

funny thing is...

this is actually the plot of a TV commercial 

Prompt idea:

Person A and Person B are in a long distance relationship. They have to fly to see each other, but flights are expensive, so they don't get to very often, or maybe they haven't met yet.

Person A finally gets enough money to surprise B with a visit. They plan it all out and don't plan on telling them until they're standing outside their door. It will be the best surprise ever.

Or at least it would be, if B hadn't had the exact same idea and when A calls to ask why B isn't answering their door, B is sitting in the rental car outside A's house.

How to survive paper deadlines, Ghibli-style.