Academia Aesthetic - Blog Posts
books upon books upon books
my yearning to collect penguin classics never ceases. it only grows, grows, grows
Softly tagged by @orphic-studies 🤎
last song: cinnamon - tamino
fav color: chocolate brown
last book: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
last film: Pride and Prejudice (2005) 🫣
last tv show: Queen Charlotte
relationship status: single
sweet/spicy/savory: sweet
last thing I googled: philosophical movies
current obsessions: tamino, classical concerts, just the whole dark academia aesthetic
looking forward to: this coming semester…I'll be studying philosophy and american history
my tag: @fictionalaffection
"It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors."
- Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
early morning coffee and self-discipline
does anyone else find chocolate to be very academic
trying to run only pulled me closer
"We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us."
- Ovid, Metamorphoses
O Fortuna
Velut luna
Statu variabilis
Semper crescis
Aut decrescis
- Carl Orff, Carmina Burana
"But you always were wrong: only I can't help loving you."
- George Eliot, Middlemarch
frantic writing and study halls
let the Christmas spirit thaw your frozen soul. warm it in the fiery glow of nostalgia, in the lingering embers of bygone days. remember the warmth -- even if just for a little while, my dear
"Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood."
- George Orwell, 1984
"All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream."
- Edgar Allan Poe
what if the light at the end of the tunnel is a mere reflection of what has already passed?
the heart is ever searching for its truest home
"We know what we are, but not what we may be."
- Ophelia in Shakespeare's Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 5
time has no compassion on the sorrows of the soul, yet it heals all wounds
together, we are lost
but it's better to be lost than alone
the future is unknown
yet ignorance is bliss
since when did we grow so d i s t a n t
the sun rises and sets in your eyes, my everlasting Love
waiting for the sunlight,
sky hangs heavy,
clotted with clouds,
every minute a drip
into the vast puddle
of waiting.
they told to run—
Just run.
how to escape
when the legs are tied
to the same place,
to the same people,
to the same whatevers.
walking in circles,
feet tracing the same path
to more waiting,
more silence.
in the room
where the walls are made of promises
that never came true.
The words, they fall
from mouths like wet leaves,
unraveling slowly,
and I cannot remember
when I stopped believing them,
but now
they stick to my skin.
Expectations—
they were something bright once,
something I could grasp,
but now they are shards
in the back of my throat,
a choking on what I cannot swallow.
I am the person
who fails them,
who fails myself,
and still I stand,
to crack the earth open
and let me breathe again.
The faces around me
are nothing but mirrors
reflecting silence.
They take,
but give nothing
but their own crumbling edges,
and I keep trying
to hold them together
as if my hands aren’t already
full of cracks.
Every touch is a weight,
a slow erosion of my own spirit,
and still,
I stay.
I stay because it is easier
than the weight
of nothing.
But in this stillness,
In this place
where no one grows,
I am caught—
and I wait,
for the moment
to swallow me whole.
If you have trouble remembering all the beef two historical figures had for your exam, just start shipping them.
I am not joking.
They hated each other before their coalition? Enemies to lovers. One of them was assassinated? Right person wrong time. They have portraits/photos together? They must’ve fought the urge to hold hands.
You’ll be surprised by how easy their lore becomes to remember
I love the smiths but how could a man ever know how joan of arc felt
still cannot fathom how Oliver said like the most romantic thing ever to Meredith and then went to jail for James 5 minutes later
if I had a nickel for every time politicians were thrown out the window in Prague I'd have three nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened three times???
writing monstrosities in my diary but it's okay because it's in latin and I'm using a glitter gel pen
"listening to music in your target language is the best way to learn it" they said "it'll be fun" they said but now i'm listening to smells like teen spirit in classical latin with weird instrumentals in the background.