Happy International Asexuality Day!

anybody wanna analyse literature with me in an old library while our cats explore all the bookshelves and the ancient wall clock chimes away ?

blocking someone bc they’re personally annoying to you is always morally correct

ppl sending you random posts saying it reminded them of me are my favorite kind of people fr

Dating a dark academic:

If you have watched Pride and Prejudice (2005) and have been disappointed that you will never get to experience that kind of a courtship, well, you were wrong.

Unlimited oversized warm sweaters and blazers for you to borrow (steal) from their closet.

They write the BEST LETTERS. Expect long letters in dark ink and loopy handwriting, probably written on a coffee stained ancient piece of paper with heartfelt declarations of love to make you cry.

Dates at the museums and art galleries. (Stolen kisses in the restricted section.)

If you're also someone who loves to read, your dark academic will gift you loads of paperbacks with flowers pressed between the pages or a well loved copy of their favourite book with little notes scribbled in the margins (that's a gateway to their soul, keep it carefully).

Visiting gothic libraries together and roaming hand in hand while staring at the antique books with thick spines and reading together in the dimly lit corners.

They'll take you to nearby castles to watch the sunset and have a romantic little picnic.

You will act tired of them declaring their love for you by quoting Wordsworth or Keats or Wilde but you'll love it secretly.

Listening to soft classical music together with your hands wandering around or making out in the rain with them.

You can walk hand in hand in strange new streets to discover quaint little cafes but they'll always order a strongly brewed cup of tea or a tall mug of black coffee wherever they go.

They have a classy sense of fashion and though you tease them by calling their outfits pretentious, they are always the best dressed person in the room (but you won't ever admit that).

They'll give you little gifts (yes, exactly like 19th century's courting rituals) like chunky beautiful rings with a pretty gemstone, or an antique silver pendant, a vintage scarf from their favourite thrift shop or a beautiful piece of art they've made or a heartfelt poem they've composed for you.

They can appear to be broody and dark (Mr. Darcy-like) but don't worry they're just a big softie on the inside who'll melt as soon as you hug them and blush profusely when you suddenly kiss their cheek.

*my textbooks glaring at me*

me: *proceeds to reread the same three books for the 1000th time*

one of my greatest sorrows in life is tiny notebooks. i love them and yet they torment me. they are so cute and yet so useless. you can carry them everywhere but at what cost. your hand will always fall off the edge and it will always feel like you’re writing at the bottom of the page

normalise ‘it’s ok, you don’t have to find someone’ instead of ‘you’ll find someone one day’

i don’t think many people realise that “romanticism” has nothing to do with “love”, alone. “romanticism” is literally what keeps so many of us alive. the bright orange rays of the sun when it rises, the rustling of leaves as you walk alone on a windy day or a simple thought of how everyone is the main character in their own lives as you look out of the car window. it’s all about glorifying little acts of everything that exists. looking at the world in a vivid manner or celebrating the exoticism of solitude and the aestheticism of every possible thing in the world. celebrating art and realising that everything you do or see is a part of the history being made. emphasising on every emotion to understand the beauty of it, be it love or sadness. there’s so much going wrong but being a romantic helps you look at the world in the most beautiful way.