if you were a form of art, darling
i bet you would be a poem
one that sets aflame a beau's heart
one that makes you flush to the skin
one as enchanting as your eyes
one as vulnerable as our hearts
and the one that i would recite and secure between pages
pressed against wildflowers
β ava
please, please don't screenshot or plagiarize my work, you can reblog if you'd like.
Keep it going!
βI need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence.β
β Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia WoolfΒ (via mercurieux)
tumblr is such a unique experience in 2021 because itβs probably the only place on the internet, or in real life, really, where there is absolutely no point. there is no agenda, and no purpose, itβs just a place i can create this little bubble of art, and self-expression, and poetry, and live in it peacefully. scrolling through my blog and appreciating photography, fashion, literature, etc. just feels like a beautiful respite from everything outside of this website? no news no performance no productivity just pure vibes
ig: mindeya
Veiled Truth (detail) by Antonio Corradini, completed 1750
how to feel dark academic:
annotate poems and swap them with your friends
draw greek statues on your hands
read the secret history
moon gaze
look up true crime articles on wikipedia at 3:00am and try to solve them
wear black blazers
write literature essays for fun
get lost in a random city
ask your family about your ancestors
coffee coffee coffee
write latin words on your arms
run through stormy rain
research an artistβs history
layer turtlenecks and jumpers in the winter
write a fancy 1800s themed love letter to yourself
sketch strangers in cafes
I just wish I could learn every language and all the histories and about everyone's food and folklore and... π but i only have one brain and it is small and malfunctioning