And I Dream Too Much And I Don't Write Enough And I'm Trying To Find God Everywhere.

The Irony of Dark Academia and It’s ‘Bible’

The thing I find comically ironic is that The Secret History, dark academia’s so called ‘bible’, is, to me, a cautionary tale against the whole idea of embodying the aesthetic. If you haven’t read it, here’s your spoiler alert.

To me, the characters’ fatal flaw is that they’re so immersed in manifesting the aesthetic, so totally absorbed in living in this particular way that they’ve romanticised (unhealthy bits and all), they literally, albeit accidentally, kill a man. And instead of facing the consequences of their actions (brought about by their obsession with their lifestyle of mystery and studying greek by candle light), they go to extraordinary lengths to save their skin. which isn’t so inexplicable; they killed someone by accident and they really really don’t want to go to jail for it.

For the record, I’m not hating on this aesthetic, as I know a lot of people genuinely enjoy it and find an important community in it. I just personally don’t think it’s entirely healthy to replace an aesthetic with your personality, and i find it ironic that Donna Tart literally said,  romanticising life and replacing your rose coloured idea of the world with what it’s really like is dangerous’, and then the internet did exactly that, with her book as the catalyst for it.

Sometimes those scenes would go on and on and on and you’d be like…are they going to call cut? Cause this is going on forever.

not to be political but why on earth would you choose your wedding venue to be a plantation when you can celebrate your matrimony around beautiful huge bones of ancient creatures

Finally finished my Hidden Figures print! Another one you can find at ECCC! Which I need to remember to make a map of my location lol

Netflix: *doesn’t give I Am Not Okay With This a second season*

Me: I Am Not Okay With This.

The Zen of La Llorona

by Deborah Miranda

La Llorona rises over my town– a solitary curve, sharpened by someone else’s fury. I read a small gray Zen book Everyone loses everything. Lovers, families, friends, possessions, egos– we keep nothing of this world, not even our bodies. It’s as if you’d lost your favorite teacup, you see. No amount of searching, weeping or wailing will bring it back. If you want a drink, use a different container. Write a long series of passionate poems about your cup. Hell, write a whole book. Obsession is the mother of creation. But as you compose, sip from the new mug. It will become your mug of choice. You’ll lose that one, too. And so on. In theory, anyway, we outlast dispossession: Ceramic mugs, hearts, continents. Outside, La Llorona’s knife slices the indigo heart of silence. Nonsense, she howls. There’s always something left to lose.

the pain is neverending...........but so is the swag 🫡

Compilation of deleted scenes from tdr (from now-deleted tweets from rfk)

(full credit to @rinezhabot on twitter for the original tweet and gathering the screenshots!)

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