I Just Want To Live In A Big Haunted Victorian House In Walking Distance Of A Bakery, A Library, A Bookshop,

Dead Academia content even though I just found this aesthetic and don’t know what it contains:

• Solving your own murder with the help of your academic rivals!

• You hear ethereal, almost ghostly, singing from the auditorium that turns into shrieking from shredded vocal chords.

• Performing ancient rituals to the spirits to ensure you ace your exams (not demonic or evil, I’m Filipino spiritual don’t make this seem evil/from a colonizer lens).

• From your peripheral vision, you see that one portrait of the academy’s founder scowling— at you perhaps?

• You and your classmates’ research paper on unsolved murders has gone a bit too far— you grimace at the crimson dripping from your hands.

• You could’ve sworn that he was dead, face-down in the rose bushes outside the dormitory. Yet he’s here, eccentric and enthralling with honeyed words pouring from his lips. You stole his heart and now he’s here to take yours.

Men be like— "I can hurt you."

Like HONEY???? I'm the eldest daughter of a brown household, AND A WOMAN IN STEM.

complicated relationships with your parents are like. you cut up fruit and bring it to my room without me asking. i can't remember the last time you told me that you were proud of me. you told me i wasn't good enough for you but i'm not even good enough for myself. your hugs feel like coming home. i can't tell you anything that happens in my life. i doubt myself every day because of something you said to me when i was eight. would you like to hear about my day? please don't ask me about my day. i miss you even though you're in the next room. i wish we didn't live together. i've never loved or resented anyone as much as i've loved and resented you. are you okay? are we okay? are we ever going to be okay?

realistic dark academia stem aesthetics

after a walk, suddenly realizing what an concept ACTUALLY means

crying when you don't

feeling true joy after solving a difficult problem

remembering an specific equation just because of a interesting story about the scientist who created it

being legitimately impressed by Mendeleev (dude was great)

being pretentious about the amount of work you do

reading centuries old science magazine and writing what's changed on your journal

Re-blog this if:

- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.

No one will know which applies.

Masterlist

Poetry

Brother (tw: CSA)

Friday nights and clandestines

The anatomy of my heart is flawed

Ewan Fernie, The Demonic: Literature and Experience

This is a pro-choice blog.

It’s an I wanted this baby but at my anatomy scan I found out my baby will die after it’s born blog.

It’s an I’m not financially, mentally or emotionally stable enough to bring a child into this world blog.

It’s an I can’t live with the result of my sexual assault blog.

It’s an I miscarried but the fetus will not evacuate on its own blog.

It’s an I will die if I carry this to term blog.

It’s an I don’t want to be fucking pregnant blog.

It’s a pro-choice blog.

If you see this decision as a win, educate yourself. People with uteruses WILL die. And if that’s okay with you, don’t claim you’re pro-life.

Oh, and a big, fat FUCK YOU.

womanhood and the inherent tragedy of it