Turkey And Azerbaijan Are Attacking Armenia Right Now, And It's 1915 All Over Again Because The World

Do you ever think your obsession with books leads to feeling absolutely sickening wit how bland your life is? Especially in comparison with dark academia books in which there is a group of people they babble abt poetry and all their words have underlying meaning laden wit an unspoken secret only those in the group know abt. 

I’m sorry if this is just an incoherent rant it is 2:30 am and I haven’t slept in 36 hours. But hey, at least my sleep schedule radiates dark academia energy.  

//hello/goodbye//

|AUTUMN 2020|

|OCTOBER 6|

15:31: Cloudy, blue skies and a constant feeling of reaching out; an impulse to grasp and hold onto your hand and caress it with feather-soft touches.

You’ve always been my favourite cup of hot coffee on the chilliest of winter nights, my ‘conversations in the dark’ and of course, my heartiest hug after bad days.

Still,

You’re the hardest to write about.

You’re the…

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“We want ‘poems that kill.’ Assassin poems, poems that shoot guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys and take their weapons leaving them dead.”

— Amiri Baraka

The fear of what ifs holding us back from our most magnificent selves.

We are afraid of vulnerability, of what it may do to us. And this fear is what keeps us from moving forward. The things we set out to achieve, now lie only in thoughts. What could have been, if only we embraced our vulnerabilities. ~Wedarkacademia.

#Girlboss

I've listened multiple times only reputation, lover, folklore and evermore, so I don't think I qualify as a swiftie. But this woman is truly a poet. This 4 albums are so different and they give each this very specific vibe.

reputation

reputation feels like driving around at 4 am. Are you angry? Sad? Happy? You don't know, you just feel. You want to be numb, to ignore the pain, but you're so fucking alive. Every emotion gives you this energy that just screams at you: "Live. Live even if you'd rather be dead. Live just to spite them. Live because you can, you breathe, you sing, you scream, you feel". Reputation is the rush of life when darkness suffocates you.

Lover

Lover is returning home, after you visited your grandparent or parents. It's 3 pm on a Sunday, you're walking and you just have this skips in your steps. You should be sad, tomorrow is Monday, but you can't. You're just so happy. That kinda happiness you had or dreamed about as a kid. It's something old , but so new. A forgotten emotion that you scream at the world.

folklore

folklore is sunrise. It's past sadness, past heartbreak that doesn't hurt anymore. It's melancholy, it's remembering that pain, that anger in the light of a new day, of a new life. It's sad, but it's the past. You fall, you hurt and you survive. Life has an end, so does the pain. It's reminiscing just because you could go through everything, and you can remember. You'll live despite or with that sadness. It's you choice.

evermore

evermore is the evening, that red light painting when the sun is setting. Just like folklore it's reminiscing of past heartbreak and sadness, only this time you hold on to it. It's not a new day, it's the end. You can't let it go. It hurts, oh how it hurts, but you just can't, you don't know how to live without that pain. It's the evening, you're alone and that gentle piano leads your mind down a path of despair. But that's alright. Your bleeding hearth is panting the sky.

A new thing unfolding♡

“Be the love you never received.”

— Rune Cazuli

Joy Sullivan, “Want", Instructions for Traveling West

I collected a bunch of “haha I don’t have 2020 vision” “oh God not like that” posts

“There is also a philosophical question about the relation between mind and brain, and it is this: Is your mind something different from your brain, though connected to it, or is it your brain? Are your thoughts, feelings, perceptions, sensations, and wishes things that happen in addition to all the physical processes in your brain, or are they themselves some of those physical processes?”

— Thomas Nagel, What Does It All Mean?