'I promise to smile at the sound of song
and to take my tea always with honey;
I promise that I will not kill a spider
and bring out sugar-water to sick bees.
I promise to part with my spare change when
I can; I vow to believe more than I doubt—
I will say compliments as often as
I think them; I will drive the rude thoughts out.
I will rebel not for rebellion's sake,
but when integrity demands a choice;
I vow to avoid severity when it is unneeded;
I vow to always use my voice.
Who do I make these promises to? Myself, and God;
because they say kindness is a virtue
of practice.'
'to be kind,' - Megan's Poetry #1001
“The ‘60s are gone, dope will never be as cheap, sex never as free, and the rock and roll never as great.” - Abbie Hoffman.
Aries - Phosphenes
(n) The light and colors produced by rubbing your eyes
Taurus - Sonder
(n) The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own
Gemini - Epiphany
(n) A moment of sudden revelation
Cancer - Divine
(adj) Like God or a god / very good or pleasing
Leo - Aurora
(n) The dawn in the early morning
Virgo - Mellifluous
(adj) Sweet or musical; pleasant to hear
Libra - Opulent
(adj) Ostentatiously rich and luxurious or lavish
Scorpio - Alluring
(adj) Powerfully and mysteriously attractive or fascinating; seductive
Sagittarius - Euphoria
(n) A feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness
Capricorn - Serendipity
(n) the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way
Aquarius- Iridescent
(adj) Producing a display of rainbow-like colors
Pisces - Ethereal
(adj) Extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world
honestly it is so fucking tiring, when suicide means to be weak, and well yeah i agree that i am but at the same time i’m too scared and weak to kill myself what a coincidence
I feel like I can't stay strong for much longer and that scares me.
-The Secret History by Donna Tartt
-The Lake of Dead Languages by Carol Goodman
-If We were Villains by M. L. Rio
-Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo
-The Magicians by Lev Grossman
-Metamorphoses by Ovid
-Dead Poets Society by N. H. Kleinbaum
-A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket
-The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle
-Never let me go by Kazuo Ishiguro
-The Bacchae by Euripides
-The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
-Memoirs of Hadrian by Marguerite Yourcenar
-Possession by A. S. Byatt
-Les Fleurs du Mal by Charles Baudelaire
bindrunes!!
hair in a messy bun, smudged eyeliner, dark red fall-y lipstick, wrongly buttoned blouse, comfy jeans, black boots, massive HEADPHONES
brown seemingly bottomless bag, carried over one shoulder, filled with a view notebooks and collegeblocks, a lot of loose pencils and pens
happily chatting with friends on the way to class
morning fogginess and wett grass from the cold nights
sunny days, often cloudy, orange and red and brown leaves crunch while walking over them
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Working real hard to actually excel at academics, because you realize that reading The Secret History or The Picture Of Dorian Gray once doesn't make you an academic.
Treating everyone, specially unfortunate people with kindness, because acting like an aloof douche doesn't give you Cool Points.
Holding yourself with dignity, instead of begging other people for scraps of attention and validation. No, really. Stop trying to act like a misunderstood serial killer, Susan, it's embarrassing.
Not falling into the traps of elitist racism, casual misogyny or anti-semitism, because you try to be intelligent and introspective, instead of following in the gross footsteps of some shitty, white eighteenth century writer.
Not having a superiority complex over the fact that you don't listen to pop music, because you are smart enough to respect art of all kinds, or at the very least, respect the fact that people are inherently different.
Short red nails
Reading to expand your mind
Flowy dresses or leather jackets or pajamas, because Dark Academia can be DIVERSE, babeyyyyy
Fluffy fat cats named Oscar
Toasting to Aphrodite and Persephone
Healthy friendships and relationships, because we need to STOP romanticising toxicity.
Handwritten birthday cards with pressed flowers
BLUEBERRIES
Lana Del Rey and One Direction. Hozier and Dua Lipa. The Shins and Nirvana. Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson. Sam Fender and Coldplay. Taylor Swift and The Velvet Underground. Lorde and Florence. 5SOS and The Beatles. Zayn and Rihanna. Seriously, listen to whoever the fuck you want to listen to. Dark Academia is NOT a music genre. Listen to everything. To define is to limit.
Dancing at midnight
Fairy tales and horror stories
Falling in love
Only red lipstick on an otherwise bare face
Celebrating the birthdays and deathdays of your favourite authors and poets
Quoting Oscar Wilde to your houseplant
Ivory coloured notebooks
Watching Kill Your Darlings and Yearning
Watching Gone Girl and Yearning
Rock music in the shower
Constellations tattooed over your body, because you contain the entire universe in you babey
Doctoral programs and scholarships
Talking to stray animals like they're your old friends
Lying in the grass on a sunny day
Learning languages at your own pace, because you got nothing to prove to nobody
Studying to learn
Trying your hardest to live your life for YOU
Being who YOU want to be
Pushing yourself through dark times, because you try so hard to believe in yourself
Healthy sleep schedules, except the occasional all nighter to indulge your inner vampire
Happiness
Melancholy
Hope, and the desire to live forever
when we drive i will sit next to you and dance to all kinds of songs, meanwhile singing even when i don’t know lyrics
cook you food and bring it for our dates
creating playlists just for you so you will remember about me when you listen to it
hand-made presents with main concept to maintain memories
call you by cute nick names
write you love letters and big text messages about how much i appreciate your existence
hug you from behind and kiss you in the forehead
facetime you at night to fall asleep, but only after you to admire your cute sleepy face
I don’t know what is more, hopeless,
Having a static mood, that nothing happening in the world can change what is happening inside you and you dont have the strength to pretend, and are in that constant state of melancholy.
Or
Having a dynamic mood, that anything can change your mood instantly a song you listen to makes you cry and then you watch a cat video and makes you laugh, the next moment, like you have surrendered yourself to the world, tired of feeling a type of way, that you dont care anymore,
it just bottles up and up until you can’t hold it, and once you spill it, you don’t feel anything anymore