It’s crazy when you stop to think about how many times you’ve thought to yourself, “This is it. I just can’t bear to do it anymore. I’m done.” And yet here you are. You’re still breathing, still living, still fighting for joy, for life, for light, for love. And you are loved. For as much as you may be struggling right now, you’re here. You’re strong as hell. Don’t forget it, kid.
once i found out what dark academia was it was over for me
ordered a customizable spotify plaque for more dark academia vibes
“My ingenious fingers wait when they have found
The petal flesh beneath the robe they part.
How curious, complex, the touch, this subtle art–
As the dream of fragrance, the miracle of sound.”
[Natalie Clifford Barney published ‘Quelques Portraits-Sonnets de Femmes’, a book of lesbian poetry about love. Her father found out about this and bought the ones that were left to have them burnt.
A few years later, Renée Vivien (a lover of Barney’s) wrote her own lesbian poetry and had it published— ‘The Muse of the Violets: Poems’]
Lately, not a single day has passed without the Armenian phrase "cavd tanem" [ցավդ տանեմ], directly translating to "Let me take away your pain", crossing my mind. A phrase filled with such deep devotion and yet, it's uttered daily and graces simple everyday conversations. In a sentence, it simply replaces the name of the addressee.
"Vonc es, cavd tanem?" - "How are you, [let me take your pain away]?"
"Cavd tanem, jur kberes?" - "[Let me take away your pain], could you bring me a glass of water?"
Such abundance of love that miniature rivers of it effortlessly flow into the most pedestrian pathways!
Dark academia moodboard challenge:
Library 📚
"the skeleton flower is a white flower that turns translucent when it rains"
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when will someone make a sapphic dark academia book WHEN??
Leah Raeder, Black Iris