One Of My Favorite Oscar Wilde Letter

u werent “born gay” u decided to be overly enthusiastic about hamlet in highschool english and that’s why you are the way u are

Books To Read For The INFJs

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

The Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

Circe by Madeline Miller

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Recitatif by Toni Morrison

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

The Lord Of The Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman

I get why people say dark academia is not healthy but let’s talk about the romanticism. I read again and again poems of things so trivial one might just take them for granted or overlook them, yet the poets give them life and importance and beauty. This way of falling in love with an open window, the light tap of the rain, the endless piles of books, the sunshine peeking through the curtains. This is what dark academia is really about. Making poetry out of overlooked events

hi everyone im still pissed we never learnt in school that shakespeare was bi and wrote the sonnets about a dude and a woc he was into

Theo: You’re losing a lot of blood! Quick, what’s your type?

Boris, bleeding out: tall, male, brown hair, glasses, speaks conversational rus-

Theo: BLOOD TYPE, DUMBASS

And the nights, bigger than imagining: black and gusty and enormous, disordered and wild with stars.

Catte Street in the fog.Oxford,UK

you know what i want? a friend group in which everyone has read plato , aristotle and the secret history by donna tartt or has at least watched dead poets society and loves literature, poetry , philosophy , art and we can just talk about all these and our fear of academic failure . a friend group in which we can read classics together and talk about the deeper meaning of life and rant about how much of a failure this society is . i want to share my passion for life and writing and all the things i mentioned with someone that will be equally as excited as i am .

Classic literature

living the dark academia life

messy handwriting and even messier notebooks, doodles of skulls with sunflowers dangling from their eyes

burning the corners of pages, an older look given to them, the smell of ancient given to your room

wearing the cheapest, largest brown sweaters and the most comfortable, softest cream skirts

classical music softly bouncing on each one of the walls in your room, a list of your favorite composers pinned to your wall

a black ring on your finger, your hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea

your eyes closing softly from spending too much time reading, a candle to keep you company

the wet tip of your finger, the turning of yet another page

soft brown on your eyelids, gloss on your lips

long studying session in the library, you’re curled up on your chair, seven academic books are sitting next to your side, three articles are waiting to be read

stains around the edges of your nails, your skin painted with ink

a book in your bag, a pen used as a bookmark to annotate everything that makes your hands shake

a leather belt around your waist, your old grandpa’s sweatshirt tucked in has not gone to waste

standing right in the centre of a museum, sketching the outline of a sculture, scribbling down everything there is to know about a painting – in this, your hands are still stained

letting the rain softly caress your hair, carrying an umbrella to match your velvet trousers

a smile on your face when writing an essay, a yawn from your mouth when you finally go to sleep – after your eyelids are closed, psychedelic, dark and soft dreams are reaching your mind