eleanor calling herself a “legit snack” while she is literally in tears over something that will defnintely scar her for (after)life is a constant mood and nothing can top it
Drawing by R.E. Higgins, 1923
dear gods just imagine the stories of women in a dark academia setting.
women with squared off shoulders that strut down the hallways as if they have the whole world at their hands. women playing the male roles in the plays. women adjusting their jacket before storming off. women gently putting on red lipstick with a bloodied hand. women with hunched shoulders and dark eyes frantically reading a book, because they cant get enough of it. women with a secret just poised on their lips if the perfect arch. women with messy hair and disheveled looks stumbling into class. women seducing everyone around them with their raspy voices. women having everyone’s attention with their soft voices. women knowing how to handle blood. women knowing how the plan things perfectly. women reciting poetry over a fresh grave. women with their arms linked running across campus, their laughs rising above the quiet of the night. women tasting like strawberry wine and the faintest hint of whisky. women helping women when things go wrong. just women in the dark academia genre where they aren’t used as the lust interest in the room.
“And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.” - Edgar Allen Poe
if cannibalism in media has a million fans, im one of them
if metaphors using cannibalism has 5 fans, im one of them
if art of cannibalism has 1 fan, that one is me
if descriptions of cannibalism has no fans, i am no longer alive
if the world is against cannibalism i am against the world
all i'm saying is that sexy people isolate themselves from everyone and listen to music, read books and sleep to avoid their problems because existing in general is unbearable.
Concept: We’re sitting on the couch together and we’re both super tired. I can hear the rain outside falling and tapping against the window. You lay your head in my lap and I gently stroke your hair. Everything is peaceful as the rain lulls us to sleep.
Ana Sanchez - Death and the Maiden
everyone from my high school is living their best lives. i, on the other hand, became an anarchist