Dark Acadamia Aesthetic - Blog Posts
'Karma doesn't always happen to bad people, I must therefore take matters into my own hands.'
—A lady and her quill
I NEED HELP
hi my fellow academics, i’m writing a dark academia love story and i’m between two tropes: friends to lovers (lesbians) or enemies to lovers (heterosexual)
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Shameless and callous I love you.
Out of indifference I love you.
My Valentine, Timothee Chalamet <3
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“Dracula” Book Review
Just completed reading Dracula by Bram Stoker. I’ve got mixed feelings for this book. There are some things which I liked, some things I did not enjoy at all. I would like to discuss thoroughly though I am afraid that I won’t be able to as I have forgotten many things. However, lets get started...oops!
The Things I’ve liked about Dracula:
1. The story itself is very good. It has gothic elements, the environment is very scary.
2. The whole novel was explained indirectly by using different character’s daily journals which is quite interesting.
3. I loved the concept of Jonathan’s going to Transylvania and literally everything happed in there.
4. There were some things which were explained really well. This book contain some little mysteries which were good to read.
5. Totally loved the character of Renfield. Never seen such an interesting character.
The Things I’ve disliked about Dracula:
1. I couldn’t help feeling that this novel could have been a little shorter. There were some really unnecessary details which needed to be excluded to make it more better.
2. Other than Renfield, none of the other characters I’ve found interesting. Even, Lord Dracula himself wasn’t that fascinating as I’ve thought at the beginning of the book.
3. Other than some chapters, most of the chapters or scenarios were a little boring.
4. The relationship between the characters seemed really mechanical to me. I didn’t got them as they were portraited.
5. Last but not the least, I haven’t enjoyed the writing style of Bram Stoker at all. The writings are really hard to follow.
Things I look forward to doing in winter!!!
Cinderella Dreams....💙💙💙
Jace Herondale x dark academia
slytherin x dark academia
really ambitious, like actually ambitious. love/hate relationship with studying. not showing emotions. reading a lot. also procrastinating a lot. collects stuff. very picky about fashion. activist. loves harry styles. favourite colour is definitely dark green. tons of flowers and succulents all over their room. painted nails. has a strong opinion. prefers school over home. wants a typewriter for the dramatic effect. dark clothes are superior. little, dark cafes and libraries. writes with black pens only. notebook collector.
I don't know what to do with all this love in my heart now, because it was all for your and now that you've made it clear that you don't need my affection, I find it difficult to keep these feelings in the same place for fear that they may get mixed up again and instead of letting go I'll accidentally hold onto you forever.
I love him,
In the late hours of the night.
When the silence around starts to feel like home,
I love him.
When the dawn approaches in the horizon,
looking so hazy and confused,
I love him.
The slow call of the nightingale breaks my train of thoughts about him.
But still, I continue to love him.
He exists in the abandoned corners of my mind.
And he is there, always smiling when I close my eyes.
The silhouettes made by the moonlit night,
somehow ends up looking like him.
And when I trace my fingers across the shadows formed,
I love him.
For some reason, he seems to be everywhere I look.
And for some reason, I always love him, every single time.
I love him,
like the favourite quote of mine stuck in my head.
I love him,
like the soft melody of the first rain.
I love him,
like he had loved me.
In darkness and in silence.
But never in each other's presence.
I look up to see his beautiful face.
His eyes are filled with fresh tears.
But there's a smile on his lips.
It seems so true and real.
Yet I know it's far from that.
When his voice cracks as he speaks,
a deep sadness washes over my being.
I can feel it spreading through me.
Touching every secret corner and creek.
I don't know what to do now.
Who do I take care of first, him or me?
I ask myself, as I hold his face with my shaking hands.
His tears are so warm as I wipe them away.
His smile fades and he falls onto me.
While he breaks in my arms quietly,
I let my tears fall finally.
There's only so much strength I have in me.
And I'll use every last bit to piece him back together.
Because I don't know how to be without him.
I don't know why I am, without him.
Without him, I stay a blue question mark.
With him, I'll be a warm full stop.
© Moonyloonywitch
Somedays I crave the touch of another in my soul. I need someone to understand all the chaos inside me but at the same time be intrigued by everything as well. I want to lay down my soul bare, like the musical notes on a white sheet of paper. And I hope someone who appreciates the melody comes along and picks me up. And when they start to hum the tune I have kept hidden in my depths for so long, I'll finally feel like I belong somewhere. Even if that somewhere is just the tip of their tongue or the curve of their lips.
It's the light brown color of my tired sighs and the warm pink of my sleepy snores. The monotonous rambling of my mind brings to life the precious olive green in my soul. The songs I know by heart, that are always at the tip of my lips, shines in a soft earthy brown glow. If there was a colour to describe the way my heart swells everytime I watch the sun go down in the far horizon, it would be a mild beige tinted with a pretty rosy flavour. And when I look at myself in the mirror, when I see the person I have become, I can see the turquoise of my soul smiling softly over my head. I don't know what color my aura is but all that matters is how beautifully I glow when I smile at myself.
Brown for the earth's child that I am, that I always was.
Pink for the pretty parts in me that I've started to fall in love with.
Green for my soul that has slowly started healing from within.
Beige for the ways I am always there for me.
Turquoise for how much alive I am and how beautiful it is to create and grow like I do now.
What is your color palette at this point in your life?
Grab your dreams in your hands and sprinkle them while you take a walk. Let the others after your time follow the trail and find their own treasure. Because even if you didn't make it, at least they will. And that means you did make it. Planting hope in the depth of a soul is the closest that we humans can come to being gods.
Do you know how it feels to hold your happiness in your hands and watch it swirl there in a pool of golden light before the night comes and snatches it away from your bleeding hands only to leave you wondering why it suddenly feels like your throat is burning when all you ever did was take a sip from your lover's lips ?
writing monstrosities in my diary but it's okay because it's in latin and I'm using a glitter gel pen
i'm fairly sure that each time i hear "and though I burn how could I fall when I am lifted by every word you say to me'' my soul literally leaves my body and i start levitating
the only important question you should ask yourself every morning is whether it's a "take me to the lakes" or "take me to church" kinda day and plan it based on the answer
i finally got the secret history and i was scanning through it and can someone pls tell me why is each chapter like at least 50 pages??? im one of those ppl that can read ten chapters 5pages each in an hour but will be fighting one 50 pages long chapter for like a week😭😭
si vis pacem para bellum but in the teenage girl going insane way
when virginia woolf said "who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?" i felt it in the deepest corners of my soul i didn't even know existed.
i just want to read every book ever written in the language it was originally written in. is that too much to ask for?
