i have a lit essay due tuesday and i still haven’t finished it i’m currently procrastinating cos idk what to put well i do i just don’t know how to put it or expand
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living your best dark academia life:
learn french, greek or latin
wear tweed, glasses and oxfords
read and write poetry
learn to play piano, and also the violin is magnific
always have a book on you
be gay
practice painting, drawing and other arts
go to museums
murder?
so no one is going to talk about the time dostoyevsky said “and i seem to have such strength in me now, that i think i could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, ‘i exist.’ in thousands of agonies- i exist. i’m tormented on the rack- but i exist! though i sit alone in a pillar- i exist! i see the sun, and if i don’t see the sun, i know it’s there. and there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.” because hOly fuckkkk
I got The Heroine Who’s To Clever By Half and my MBTI type ENTJ
Also this test is chaotic
I just took this quiz to find out what Shakespeare archetype i am
I got “The girl who’s always disguising herself as a boy for some reason” and im LAUGHING so hard it’s so real
any recommendations of cute kinda summer love aristotle and dante, call me by your name vibe books but wlw?? im starved pls help
i’m coining a new literary criticism called feralism and it’s when you wildly misread the text as a glamorization of hedonism like how we as a society read the great gatsby and now want to throw banging 20s themed gatsby parties or read the secret history and want to hold a bacchanal. it recognizes literature as a vessel for the repressed human need to just lose your fucking mind.
hold some hands, do a little dance, go off the shits among the trees
—On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva
[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]
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finished They Both Die At The End today in less than 4 hours and biiiiitch it was so good but so sad at the same tims
I have a deep love of Charlie Dalton
dead poets society but it’s every time someone says charlie’s name
i’d do it even if circumstance deemed it not necessary
(for legal reasons, this is a joke)
i relate to henry winter a lot because i too am a chaotic bisexual who would murder a sexist homophobic asshole if the circumstances deemed it necessary.