Starry Night

𝙵𝚢𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚎𝚟𝚜𝚔𝚢, 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 [𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟾𝟺𝟾]

[ID: For I don’t know how to be silent when my heart is talking. END ID]

" they offered me Heaven, but i still noddled my head and followed you trought flames. "

My aesthetic is like dark academia but the medieval Iranian / Islamic golden age version

The birds have vanished into the sky

and now the last cloud drains away

We sit together the mountain and me

until only the mountain remains

~ Li Po

Dark Academia Subjects: Astronomy

"the skeleton flower is a white flower that turns translucent when it rains"

Oh to be the Broken Ace.

To be so good at everything that you’re never good enough.

To walk around with a regal air that nobody questions because your reputation always precedes you.

People avoid you because they don’t trust themselves to act around you.

Even more, they don’t trust your response.

The people around you harbour the worst kind of doubt, the deepest kind of fear, the most damaging kind of insecurity.

And that’s the thing.

You are good.

Annoyingly so.

Your all-consuming demons have made sure of it.

who up experiencing divine madness

Beautiful Latin phrases ~ part 3

•omnia iam fient quae posse negabam - everything which I used to say could not happen, will happen now

•poeta nascitur, non fit - the poet is born, not made

•qui dedit benificium taceat; narrat qui accepit - let him who has done a good deed be silent; let him who has received it tell it

•saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futurum sit - often, it is not advantageous to know what will be

•sedit qui timuit ne non succederet - he who feared he would not succeed sat still

•si vis pacem, para bellum - if you want peace, prepare for war

•struit insidias lacrimis cum feminia plorat - when a woman weeps, she is setting traps with her tears

•sub rosa - under the rose

•trahimir omnes laudis studio - we are led on by our eagerness for praise

•urbem latericium invenit, marmoream reliquit - he found the city a city of bricks; he left it a city of marble

•ut incepit fidelis sic permanet - as loyal as she began, so she remains.

“the literal meaning of life is whatever you’re doing that prevents you from killing yourself”

- Albert Camus