Romantic Academia - Blog Posts

//Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I

Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.//

The Good Morrow, John Donne

desi pride moodboard: mlm pride flag

"he's freed some fire from ice in pity for heaven. he's left open- for god - the doors of hell tonight." // agha shahid ali, tonight

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Let's bring back putting flowers in your beloved's hair

nothing like stepping outside while the seasons are changing and suddenly feeling a change in the weather that knocks you back in time by several years

"I don't want to date someone, I want to find someone to flirt with everyday without any consequences~"

Starting a new thing (if it isn’t already)

Distracted academia aesthetic

Get good grades but can’t read a chapter of a book without mindlessly scrolling through dark academic lit posts or pictures of other books in between pages

Likes the IDEA of studying, cannot for the life of them make it through a chapter of that textbook without thinking about moving to England after getting into Cambridge or Oxford

Makes it through the classics in the pursuit of knowledge but took multiple years because of the allure of the ya fiction fantasy section at Barnes and noble

Writes handwritten letters for loved ones with little pressed flowers in them, but has the absolute messiest handwriting

Style fluctuates from dark academia style to only sweats for a week to whatever was on the floor when they woke up that day

Has read the classics a couple times and follows the text post fandom accounts, but couldn’t hold an in-person conversation about them because reasons

Loves to read but literally hasn’t picked up or finished a book in ages just because of the sheer number of things they are currently procrastinating at the moment

Either has 30 million things in there mind or has about -2, there is no in between

Is trying their best and deserves a hug :)

Distracted academia

I have homework but I think I might just go back to bed

Poem I wrote about eating fundip like two years ago

What if I just *replaces head with coral like Patrick in that one spongebob episode* all better

:)

Starting a new thing (if it isn’t already)

Distracted academia aesthetic

Get good grades but can’t read a chapter of a book without mindlessly scrolling through dark academic lit posts or pictures of other books in between pages

Likes the IDEA of studying, cannot for the life of them make it through a chapter of that textbook without thinking about moving to England after getting into Cambridge or Oxford

Makes it through the classics in the pursuit of knowledge but took multiple years because of the allure of the ya fiction fantasy section at Barnes and noble

Writes handwritten letters for loved ones with little pressed flowers in them, but has the absolute messiest handwriting

Style fluctuates from dark academia style to only sweats for a week to whatever was on the floor when they woke up that day

Has read the classics a couple times and follows the text post fandom accounts, but couldn’t hold an in-person conversation about them because reasons

Loves to read but literally hasn’t picked up or finished a book in ages just because of the sheer number of things they are currently procrastinating at the moment

Either has 30 million things in there mind or has about -2, there is no in between

Is trying their best and deserves a hug :)

Distracted academia

Love can only be found in two places: in a second hand bookstore on a rainy Sunday afternoon in fall or in the middle of summer in a cute Starbucks barista 5 minutes before they close for the night.

Nothing is more in character than the fact that I’m currently drinking mountain dew out of a wine glass

“Hell is eternal apartness”

- Harper Lee, Go Set A Watchman

Imagine

you have a complete day to yourself.

It would be spent in a giant elegant library on a bench or couch in a secluded area where no one ventures.

Quiet classical music, ambient noice from the calm chaos of the atmosphere. A fire place near by so you can hear the crackling.

Maybe you spend it with one person who will not complain when you ignore their sentient presence and wrap myself around them in a way that you can run my fingers through their hair while you read a stack of books that completely keep my attention from start to finish.

There would be tea. Hot, steamy and perfectly made, chai milk tea, jasmine or green tea with mint. Or rose tea because it smells like hugs. Or maybe coffee or a mug of hot chocolate with a stick of peppermint poking out.

Of course the person with you, whose only purpose is to be quiet and cuddle you, would be the one getting you the mug because you couldn’t be bothered with getting up while you’re reading

Starting a new thing (if it isn’t already)

Distracted academia aesthetic

Get good grades but can’t read a chapter of a book without mindlessly scrolling through dark academic lit posts or pictures of other books in between pages

Likes the IDEA of studying, cannot for the life of them make it through a chapter of that textbook without thinking about moving to England after getting into Cambridge or Oxford

Makes it through the classics in the pursuit of knowledge but took multiple years because of the allure of the ya fiction fantasy section at Barnes and noble

Writes handwritten letters for loved ones with little pressed flowers in them, but has the absolute messiest handwriting

Style fluctuates from dark academia style to only sweats for a week to whatever was on the floor when they woke up that day

Has read the classics a couple times and follows the text post fandom accounts, but couldn’t hold an in-person conversation about them because reasons

Loves to read but literally hasn’t picked up or finished a book in ages just because of the sheer number of things they are currently procrastinating at the moment

Either has 30 million things in there mind or has about -2, there is no in between

Is trying their best and deserves a hug :)

Distracted academia

What else could you have done

But pray?

To beg for a divine intervention

To be able to walk on air?

How else would you bear

your feet catching on fire

As the world burns around you?

Sun, swallow me whole. I want to be beautiful to my own accord. I want solitude that does not kill. For once, i want to be the light that permeates and guides someone to liberty. If not sunrise, then sunset at the very least. I am a myriad of flaws. I was told that light could make terror beautiful, too. Come, devour me. I don’t care if you burn my skin or suffocate my lungs—I want to be whole.

It looks like you’re the one i’ve been waiting for

Shooting stars, tarot cards

dreaming of dance floors—

I ought to hold your hand

I’ll spill my guts out everywhere

And meet you half past 12

In the ether where our love grows beyond nowhere

Incomprehensible, incomparable

The shift of the world felt within my core

Rattling my very own flesh and bones

Your gravity pulls me in

My one and only, my anchor

I believe in God when you touch my skin

— Short love letters (Ghassan Kanafani)

― Leos Janacek, Letter to Kamila Stosslova, 8th May 1928

― Dorothea Grossman

My chest, my beloved — your land, your home, your homeland.

— Nikos Kazantzakis

sleepy eyes and a heart full of love

Ashleigh Brilliant, 1983.

this is how it feels when a hopeless romantic falls in love —

people talk big about dying for love but can't handle living for it. dying is one brave moment. living is a thousand daily humiliations.