Dark Acadamia Aesthetic - Blog Posts
“I wanted to feel loved without feeling like I was begging for it.”
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- edgar allan poe
“Maybe forever was a word meant for memories not people.”
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“The gods envy us. They envy us because we are mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed.”
- Homer, The Iliad
- Oscar Wilde
“Stars, hide your fires, Let not light see my black and deep desires”
-Shakespeare, Macbeth
The love language of annotating a book
- lovers
“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”
- Jane Austen
“It is not what we think or feel that makes us who we are. It is what we do. Or fail to do.”
- Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
Alain Delon !
It was honestly hard for me to make these pngs and I know it looks kinda messy but its good enough imo ♡
this song is SO the secret history
this year i’m gonna attend a college while being delusional and living my dark academia knowledge superiority classicist stunning university building beauty-craving soul fantasy
how can i romanticise studying at awfully modern university? the building is fairly new and of course everything is technically advanced. but there is no soul in it
what should i do to feel very dark academia mysterious historic beautiful classical aesthetic?
i need help i ain’t agreeing with my university years being so basic
House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski.
Reading this book requires rotating it around, holding it upside down and paging through countless footnotes of fictional references. I'm really enjoying it so far and I strongly reccomend it if you love horror!
I like to know that I've maimed you. Is it sadistic of me to like the thought of you wondering where I am every time you cross a road? I like to know that I've maimed you, ever since you told me anything related to books reminds you of me. I like to know that every time there are scribbles in the margin of an old book, It'll remind you of my handwriting you called unreadable. If you visit The Louvre, my blood remains spilt there too, for the countless number of times I've told you about running away to France. Every time you look at paintings hung up in museums, you'll think of how I painted you our bleeding hearts. Is it sadistic to know you'll think of how I am doing on your thirty second birthday because I jokingly told you how I felt like I wouldn't make it to blow the candles on my thirtieth? Is it sadistic of me to cherish how you'll think of me every time you pick up a book, even when you're covered with sun spots and gray? tell me, would it make you wonder what could've been, if you wrote us just a bit differently? for I know that I've maimed you darling, but is it sadistic of me to not regret it at all?
You know what. I’m starting a new aesthetic, population me.
Romantic Science, AKA Dark Academia for STEM people.
Thrifting a lab coat and embroidering it with your initials and a little insignia, whose significance is known to you and your lab partner only
Watching The Theory of Everything and The Imitation Game and Hidden Figures and basically every movie about historical scientists and mathematicians you can find
Decorating your desk with old slide rules and vintage lab equipment. Your prize possession is a set of vintage lenses you found at a thrift store
Wanting an articulated human skeleton far, far too much
Getting a set of (brand new, NOT thrifted, be safe ppl) beakers to drink from, and putting them directly onto your stovetop to boil water for tea or coffee, because borosilicate glass can survive anything.
Secretly relating far too much to Henry Jekyll and Victor Frankenstein, because you too want to do a gay little science experiment that challenges god.
Thunderstorms and late nights in the lab, the light of the Bunsen burner glistening off of your flasks and scribbled chalkboard equations
Papering your walls with vintage scientific diagrams; even if you know that our understanding of the world has evolved since they were made, looking back at scientific history is amazing
Writing code late at night and feeling, in some metaphysical way, as though Ada Lovelace herself is with you in spirit
Being far, FAR too obsessed with the concept of emergent ai sentience and how it has the potential to be Frankenstein irl
Looking through a telescope on clear nights, whispering the names of the constellations and stars, painting a star chart on your ceiling in a burst of creative inspiration
Collecting and mounting samples from everywhere you can think of to pore over in an antique microscope
Bringing a field journal wherever you go, learning how to draw and label botanical samples, preserving plants and flowers for study later
Dreaming of what undiscovered mysteries lie in the deepest depths of the sea, feeling the thrill of discovery whenever you learn about a new species and one day hoping to discover one yourself
Just. Romanticise STEM.
I’m rewatching Gilmore Girls — I miss fall so much <3
"The human race is filled with passion"
Dead poets society has my heart <3
Anytime I write it feels like my heart drops on the paper and it bleeds until I have nothing more to say.
"But how could you live and have no story to tell?" Said Dostoevsky.
I miss literature when it broke your heart in pieces and destroyed your soul. I don’t want you to tell me how your characters love eachothers, I want them to destroy themselves over their life and love, experiment the purity of emotions, reaching for life and love until they get burn.
Maybe I’m a pessimist but it’s truly beautiful
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...at the end of the day there was nothing to be gained by reminding people that everything that had ever been written, even the greatest and most authoritative texts in the world, were about dreams, not real life, dreams conjured up by words.
— Orhan Pamuk, The Black Book
In the era of calamities, you're a moment of peace.
— Nasir Kazmi
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There is telepathy between hearts.
— Afghan Proverb
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