Classic Academia - Blog Posts
it's time for dark academia dream girl winter
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."
- William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
the piano is my happy place
just watched dead poets society
books upon books upon books
my yearning to collect penguin classics never ceases. it only grows, grows, grows
"It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors."
- Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
early morning coffee and self-discipline
does anyone else find chocolate to be very academic
trying to run only pulled me closer
"We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us."
- Ovid, Metamorphoses
O Fortuna
Velut luna
Statu variabilis
Semper crescis
Aut decrescis
- Carl Orff, Carmina Burana
"But you always were wrong: only I can't help loving you."
- George Eliot, Middlemarch
frantic writing and study halls
let the Christmas spirit thaw your frozen soul. warm it in the fiery glow of nostalgia, in the lingering embers of bygone days. remember the warmth -- even if just for a little while, my dear
"All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream."
- Edgar Allan Poe
the heart is ever searching for its truest home
"We know what we are, but not what we may be."
- Ophelia in Shakespeare's Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 5
time has no compassion on the sorrows of the soul, yet it heals all wounds
the sun rises and sets in your eyes, my everlasting Love
I love the smiths but how could a man ever know how joan of arc felt
still cannot fathom how Oliver said like the most romantic thing ever to Meredith and then went to jail for James 5 minutes later
if I had a nickel for every time politicians were thrown out the window in Prague I'd have three nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened three times???
writing monstrosities in my diary but it's okay because it's in latin and I'm using a glitter gel pen
do it for the morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs
"listening to music in your target language is the best way to learn it" they said "it'll be fun" they said but now i'm listening to smells like teen spirit in classical latin with weird instrumentals in the background.
my love language is poetry and I think I'm willing to finally accept that I'll always be the poet and never the poem as long as my muse lets me write about them forevermore
y'all remember when dante wrote a fanfiction of the bible and then hozier wrote a fanfiction of said fanfiction?? iconic if you ask me