Academia Aesthetic - Blog Posts
“But if the story's over, why am I still writing pages?”
Taylor Swift
They say all's well that ends well, but I'm in a new Hell
Every time you double-cross my mind
Taylor Swift, 'All too well'
You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath.
Taylor Swift, 'All too well'
"We don't even ask for happiness, just a little less pain."
Charles Bukowski
“You have a lot in common with the moon; its light & its beauty, & its distance from me.”
Nizar Qabbani
“You became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.”
Mahmoud Darwish
When Tahseen Anam said,
" And we fall for those who are not even there to hold us"
I felt it through and through.
I'd rather sit in silence with you than have thousands of conversations with other people.
"Aren't we all waiting to be read by someone, praying that they'll tell us that we make sense?"
Rudy Francisco
"I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows, but now the damned things have learned to swim."
~ Frida Kahlo
"You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry."
~ Frida Kahlo
"Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.”
~ Frida Kahlo
“I love you more than my own skin.” ~ Frida Kahlo
The hopeless romantic urge to look at the moon and stars, forever.
People who get excited about sunrises, sunsets, a sky full of stars, the moon, deep connections and heart to heart conversations are my kind of people.
“The other day, lying in bed, I felt my heart beating for the first time in a long while. I realized how little I live in my body, how much in my mind”
~Rodger Kamenetz
To have someone who understands your mind and matches your vibe is a whole different level of intimacy.
"I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art— write or draw or build or sing or live, as only you can."
Neil Gaiman
Hand kissing and forehead kissing are acts of the most sacred, high-romance and I think we need to revive these.
Deep down, inside every reader girl, is an insatiable hunger to be loved as fictional men love their girls and it increases evermore as they keep on reading.
Surviving life nowadays only with books, coffee and tons of daydreaming about my own fictional world.
Nothing is more splendid than the sound of you reading out loud to me.
Why is it always: Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?
And never: Can I buy you a book, beautiful?
Lovers who write poems or verses for their soulmates are so precious and need be protected at all costs.
When they asked me about my dreams I told them about books, flowers, stars and the moon.
It's so true!
the agony you fall into as soon as you finish a book that has changed your life is unbearable. it's slow and wears you out from within, making you burn in solitude. everything around you is different and it's as if you ended up with the book itself.
~To the daydreamers~
To dream–to dream has been the business of my life.
–Edgar Allan Poe
I don't know why I always remember those moments... Am I still afraid of having a couple? Am I sacred of telling them I'm demi or asexual? Am I actually sacred of even thinking about having a couple?
I don't know, I only only want to erase those moments. I want to give me a chance or the person that likes me. But im scared that those things can happen again, even with totally different people.
I don't know why I have the luck that every person I get to have genuine interest in ends up being shit at the end.
I'm scared to like someone because they might end like the others.
Why am I scared of someone having a crush on me? What is it impossible for me to believe that something like that can happen?
Why am I scared of even thinking about a kiss? There's nothing wrong with it, but why am I scared?
A little poem, or brain dump poem, that one of my friends wrote and gave me authorization to publish here
Wounds of the Earth
— by xis.lanyx
