We Are Liars. We Are Beautiful And Privileged. We Are Cracked And Broken.

Get rid of that and there’s nothing left.

Face it, our way is the way. I mean, we scare people into not being assholes.

— The Cruel Prince by Holly Black

Philip Pullman, The Shadow in the North

Submitted by nyttjaaa.

There is no cure for this low-grade melancholy. / Like a snake, you are never far from your shadow.

Eric Pankey, from “To Dwell in Thought,” Trace: Poems (Mildweed Editions, 2013)

[Dark academia voice]: I’m majoring in bastard and minoring in wearing tweed

im broke? no you misheard me! i’m baroque! i’m extravagant

all the glamour / / and the trauma / / and the fuckin’                                                         m e  l   o    d     r     a       m        a