Dark Academia Aesthetic - Blog Posts
echoes from the halls of knowledge
"Ambition must be made to counteract ambition."
- James Madison, The Federalist Papers
she was haunted by the ghosts of Rembrandt and Shakespeare, and it showed
which would you prefer?
option 1: to die young, having lived a life overflowing with adventure, excitement, and fulfillment, and never having to experience the decay of your youth
option 2: to die old, having lived a life of deep connections, rich experiences, and simple pleasures, yet needing to watch yourself and those you love slowly descend into the grave
it's time for dark academia dream girl winter
I find it shameful that everyone talks about Oscar Wilde but no one ever uses his full name
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
"Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood."
- George Orwell, 1984
what if the light at the end of the tunnel is a mere reflection of what has already passed?
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
the future is unknown
yet ignorance is bliss
since when did we grow so d i s t a n t
the sun rises and sets in your eyes, my everlasting Love
What has made me speak less with each passing day? I watch the dragonfly escape the lizard by inches and I decide to stay. I want my words and my life to escape death. So every time I try exaggerating my empathy , the insouciance, and the ability to extract only the bad side of my words and my life makes me edge closer to silence. I do not want to throttle my words to death.
Touching your hands make me feel at home and lost at the same time. I will never know which one I like more,which one takes me far away from myself and closer to you.
What has made me speak less with each passing day? I watch the dragonfly escape the lizard by inches and I decide to stay. I want my words and my life to escape death. So every time I try exaggerating my empathy , the insouciance, and the ability to extract only the bad side of my words and my life makes me edge closer to silence. I do not want to throttle my words to death.
Charlotte Eriksson
Marti Healy
Hal Borland, Sundial of the Seasons
Terri Guillemets
Roald Dahl
Poems for a summer day:
Emily Dickinson
(my favourite poet)
A something In a summer's day
Summer shower
Further In summer than the birds
As sleigh bells seem In summer
It can't be "Summer"!
Summer for thee, grant I maybe
It will be Summer - eventually
I taste a liquor never brewed (the best poem ever)
The one who could repeat the summer day
What shall I do when the summer troubles
Ourselves were wed one summer - dear
So much summer
I know a place were summer strives
Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
There came a day at summer's full
Her final summer was it
Twice had summer her fair verdure
The trees like tassel - hit and swung by
John Keats
The Human Seasons
On the grasshopper and cricket
Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's Day
Over hill, over dale - from A Midsummer Night’s Dream
William Wordsworth
Book Fourth [Summer Vacation]
Daffodils (not about summer, but gives me summer vibes)
The Solitary Reaper (again, not about summer, but gives me summer vibes)
Langston Hughes
Summer Night (not about summer, but brilliant poem)
Pablo Neruda
100 Love Sonnets
Poem XVI
Poem LI
Poem XCII
Charles Baudelaire
L’invitation au voyage
Amalgamation of Poems
(these poems are grouped in amalgamation not because they are in anyway less relevant than the others above, the poems below have not been read by me or had been read long ago.)
Moonlight, Summer Moonlight by Emily Jane Brontë
June by John Updike
Love Song, 31st July by Richard Osmond
Apples by Laurie Lee
Warm Summer Sun by Mark Twain
A Boat Beneath a Sunny Sky by Lewis Carroll
Fireflies in the Garden by Robert Frost
Midsummer, Tobago by Derek Walcott
A Green Thought by Katharine Towers
Adlestrop by Edward Thomas
When we got to the beach by Hollie McNish
Summer Stars by Carl Sandburg
Before Summer Rain by Rainer Maria Rilke
Morningside Heights, July by William Matthews
Miracles by Walt Whitman
Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson
Summer night, riverside by Sara Teasdale
The Idea of Order at Key West by Wallace Stevens
In Summer by Paul Laurence Dunbar
For once, then, something by Robert Frost
Summer Holiday by Robinson Jeffers
A boy and his dad by Edgar Guest
Long Island Sound by Emma Lazarus
Bath by Amy Lowell
Summer Morn in New Hampshire by Claude McKay
In the Mountains on a Summer day by Li Bai (personal favourite)
Backyard by Carl Sandburg
Idyll by Siegfried Sassoon
If you get there Before I do by Dick Allen
Fishing on the Susquehanna in July by Billy Collins
Indian Summer by Dorothy Parker
Fragment 31 (Jealousy) by Sappho (brilliant poem)
Constantinople by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
Green by Paul Verlaine
From the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám, quatrain IX
To Natasha by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
[These poems have an aspect of summer and definitely, most of them have addressed deeper issues through the appearance of a beautiful imagery of summer. This has been created from my own reading experience, google websites and recommendations from friends and professors. If you want me to add anything more, leave an ask or comment. Enjoy these beautiful poems and no hate please.]
if we were villains aesthetic
Niche but Irina from "three sisters" by Anton Chekhov???
As a communist, leisure is something I find especially sacred. No matter what area a person finds fascinating, I believe that person should have the right to indulge in it (given it is harmless). The pure idea of a world in which an inspiring historian has to sit at a desk and click on buttons to survive sickens me, let alone the reality of it. As long as you can, especially if you are young enough -
Read that Wikipedia article.
Analyse those films.
Learn that instrument.
There is a reason all my post end with
Stay yourself, Stay curious.
I love you people going into "useless" fields I love you classics majors I love you cultural studies majors I love you comparative literature majors I love you film studies majors I love you near eastern religions majors I love you Greek, Latin, and Hebrew majors I love you ethnic studies I love you people going into any and all small field that isn't considered lucrative in our rotting capitalist society please never stop keeping the sacred flame of knowledge for the sake of knowledge and understanding humanity and not merely for the sake of money alive
Help needed for a novel concept.
I have been toying with the idea of writing a novel, mainly for my own enjoyment and feeling of accomplishment, but I am quite worried it'll turn out too similar to TSH ... I would like to tackle themes of obsession with image and social prestige, but I've seen many works of fiction you can tell were influenced a bit too much by Tartt's work.. if anyone has any tips to help prevent this affect, that'll be appreciated.
