imagine a wlw dark academia film. the blazers. the longing gazes. running through a library holding hands, trying to hold in laughter. lying in one another’s lap while reading books to each other. whispered i love you’s. this would be the death of me
1If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?
Laurence J. Peter
2“You’d be surprised, what small, everyday things can lift us out of despair. But nobody can do it for you. You’re the one who has to watch for the open door.”
~Donna Tartt
1i’m sure there’s going to be at least one person who reads this and thinks “wtf is she on”
BUT
i have, in fact, written many poems about the dps boys (mainly neil whoops) and i was wondering??? if anyone has an interest in reading them???
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67/100 days of productivity
What I did today:
- Studied for my history final (aaaaah)
- Exercised
- Took my vitamins (seriously need to get better at that)
- Practiced my Italian on Duolingo
- Wrote over 200 words
- Bought Channukah presents
- Formatted my bullet journal for next week
I have work tomorrow :( but I have some things I need to get anyway. Super excited to do the bullet journal thing, I’m having a great time. send ask if u want a better picture of my spread.
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Season of giving? Season of AP World History tests actually 😔 but it’s okay, the studying is always fun. I have so many languages I want to learn but no time, it’s such a shame.
0I am moving to a new apartment in 2 weeks and want to go for a Victorian-ish Dark Academia aesthetic. Can y’all give me some tips for furniture, organization, and decor?
5if i ever feel like crying, i look up at the moon and she holds my broken heart. she smiled at me and she reassures me that everything will be okay once more.
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Perhaps one day I’ll sit underneath a tree reading a beloved old book and realize what living means.
-Anonymous
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I SWEAR TO GOD WHY CANT I JUST BE DANE DEHAAN ALREADY THIS IS AN INJUSTICE *yells in simp*
4Im not sure what to do anymore
It sounds tragic, I know. I know how insignificant the suffering of my inner most self is.
I look at my reflection, and feel that it is not mine. The mirror looks back and doesnt recognise me either.
Yesterday I woke up with a weight inside myself so heavy, that I almost fell through the floor the second my feet met it.
The black dog was barking all night. I am tired. My eyes are dry, everything is blurry. But sometimes I think it is better this way. The world seems softer when you cant see it well.
I dream of my future some days. I hope for my future some days. Others, I simply want to become so small that I can crawl inbetween the cracks in the floorboards.
I feel sorry most days. Why I cant be the light I once was. But I remember that the darkness is something inside myself. Inside. I ask it to stay there. To not leak out into my mothers home when I cry.
So long as the darkness stays here. Where I can contain it, contend with it. The black dog, the hopelessness, the hole in the mirror.
I say this only because it needs to be said.
Sadness thrives on silence.
I am tired of letting it live in me.
3If there’s one thing that I want from TPODG, it is Dorian “all my friends are gay for me” Gray’s exquisite taste in flowers.
0I am filled with sadness, although I cannot locate the source of these feelings.
Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World.
1I am not a gentle woman
Everywhere you have made me bleed
Blood has turned to venom
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