She’s A 10 But She Rots In Her Room All Day Listening To Music And Making Up Scenarios In Her Head

dark academia days off

practicing the flute; working on difficult classical pieces

studying chess plays

finishing your Regency Era book

lighting too many candles

waltzing around in your room to thrifted records

daydreaming of another life

procrastinating homework because you´d rather study anything else

long, drawn out baths 

reciting poetry in the darkness 

studying characters soliloquy´s and planning out your own

listening to chopin and tchaikovsky and deciding which one you prefer

rewatching dead poets and mona lisa smile for the billionth time

getting drunk off of wine by yourself and waking up to your drunken scribbled notes in the margins of your favorite book

comparing different film versions of emma and of pride and prejudice

compiling a new playlist for you to study and read to

worshipping the moon and stars

watching films in foreign languages and calling it studying

when Charles Bukowski said "and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?"

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some chaotic academia things

- wearing blazers and oxfords with jeans and funky socks

- using shot glasses to drink tea

- drawing cartoon characters on excellently written essays (my teachers love my doodles of perry the platypus)

- writing “stan mercutio” on the back of assignments about shakespeare

- watching ted-ed and crashcourse videos about literature and theatre on 2x speed

- knowing where to find the best free ebooks of literally any book

- judy poovey and/or francis abernathy being your favourite character(s) in tsh

saturday reading 

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus

i am used to being lonely but forever to be a stranger is a strange grief.