#no But Slippers Are Cool

“The answer would be: I write because I have read.”

— Kate Briggs, This Little Art (via antigonick)

Warm tones + Chicago

‘By the time you see this announcement,’ he says, 'I will be dead.’ He goes on to say that it wasn’t a career in law enforcement that killed him but two packs of cigarettes a day. I saw this at about three o'clock in the morning, alone in my apartment, on a black-and-white set with lots of interference. White noise and snow. He seemed to be speaking directly at me, right out of the television set.  For a moment I was disoriented, seized by panic; could a ghost embody itself through wavelengths, electronic dots, a picture tube? What are the dead, anyway, but waves and energy? Light shining from a dead star?’         - The Secret History by Donna Tartt

I’m so deep in academia that I’m pretty sure I think in 12 point Times New Roman font. 

Lago di Como. Italy

what's dark academia? — from a very curious person

dark academia is a genre (mostly in books and movies) but also an aesthetic. It’s focused on academic life with a hint of dark, mysterious vibes, events. Classics, art and literature, play an important role.

i’m saving my brain for special occasions. if i use it every day it’ll get dirty

Sometimes you feel like editing percabeth 2.0

the level of unimpressed morgan showed when the actual avengers showed up on her front porch is only achievable if your own dad is both the smartest person on earth but also the strongest avenger

     Only here’s what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted—? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight toward a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster? Is Kitsey right? If your deepest self is singing and coaxing you straight toward the bonfire, is it better to turn away? Stop your ears with wax? Ignore all the perverse glory your heart is screaming at you? Set yourself on the course that will lead you dutifully towards the norm, reasonable hours and regular medical check-ups, stable relationships and steady career advancement, the New York Times and brunch on Sunday, all with the promise of being somehow a better person? Or—like Boris—is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?

— THE GOLDFINCH, Donna Tartt.