I Think All My Problems Would Be Solved With Hot Chocolate Croissants And Sleeping On Someone's Lap While

you get used to it, but it's tiring, because they need you to understand your own life as a series of goalposts. what college are you going to, what's your major going to be, whatcha gonna do with that, oh where will you settle down, when can i expect grandkids.

for the longest time my goals have been so blurry that they track into each other, their undefined edges slipping quietly back into the soft night. today i want to be a writer; tomorrow i will want to be a doctor, later i will wish i took that law school free ride. how the fuck do people just know what they want to do with their life?

where do you want to be in five years? i want to be alive; which is a huge step for me. ten years ago i would have said i want to be asleep and meant i hope that i'm dead by then.

but i want a yellow kitchen and a stand mixer. i want a garden and a fruit tree (cherry, if i can make that happen) and a big yard for my dogs to play in. i want to come home and read poetry out loud to someone and have them close their eyes to listen. i want a summer watergun fight. i want to make snowmen. i want to be the house to go to for halloween. i want my life to settle around me in a softness, for it to lay down gently. if i am very, very, very lucky, i want to travel; finally go someplace overseas.

of course i don't know what i want to be doing professionally. what i actually want to be doing is curling up beside my dog, settling in to read. i want to be making myself a cup of good coffee.

i can't answer the other questions. whenever people asked me what do you want to be when you grow up, i used to say i hope i'm happy.

i hope i'm still kind, five years from now. i hope i never get jaded and mean. i hope i have stayed in therapy. what do you picture yourself doing? when will you actually be an adult about this? why are you so afraid of being ambitious?

am i not ambitious? the other day i rearranged my furniture which doesn't quite fit into my apartment. i watered my plants. i'm going to try to propagate a cherry seed. my five year goal is to spend more time laughing. to lie down in a patch of sunwarm moss. to relax for a minute. to close my eyes and think oh thank god. this is why i stayed. this is finally it.

In the distant future, science has found a way to change your personality. However, to add a personality trait, one must drink a special essence that can only be produced by taking the trait away from other person. Personality Banks open, mostly filled with negative traits, that nobody ever takes. After years, comes the first person, gun in their hand, to give away a positive trait, and demands that all negative traits are handed over.

anthony bridgerton said “i am not a man of poetry” and then turned around and delivered “you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires. night and day i dream of you” all men do is lie

i just want to feel like one of those beautiful breezy late summer afternoons where the sun is starting to dip low and everything is covered in a warm golden glow

oh my god there are so many books to read and instruments to learn and languages to speak and poems to write and oranges to eat and ideologies to study and songs to sing and films to watch and people to kiss and

“I’m legally dead in nine different star systems.”

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Prompt

A skilled but struggling actress is stunned when she is recruited by an unconventional team of criminals to be part of an elaborate heist that will rely on her improv abilities and charisma. Persuaded by the promised money, which is enough for her to travel to the city of her dreams to pursue her career, she second guesses her choice when she sees who else is on the team: an old rival who’s cheated her out of many a role.

- Lynn

we need more movies about incredibly weird erotically charged toxic relationships between women. it’s so goddamn dire out here man

Ache

When all the world sleeps, and stars sing in that inky sea, Do you find that your heart aches? Does it yearn? Do you reach out and grasp, As if to another, A beg unknown ready to tumble from your lips? Forgive me. Don’t leave me. Don’t be like the others. Stay here. Love me. Help me. Does your heart race, Your hands tremble, Pain festering in your eyes, Noiseless pleading on your lips? Is it from the desperation of someone long forgotten? From departing from a normality until it became foreign? Or a need to ask from the future with someone else? Friend, Lover, Family, It doesn’t matter. Solitude is not the worse thing in the world, There is a gift in it. No, Solitude is not the thing that claws at our throats, Makes beings beg into the night. Loneliness. Loneliness is what drives beings to madness, Drives us mad and carves out every vulnerability one has, Makes us tremble with the fear of being unloved. Darkening thoughts, Festering the minds with doubt, Leaves us gasping and trembling in the dark, Scorching lines of sadness down trembling cheeks. Do not listen to it’s lies, Do not believe the sinful words, The aching doubt, Do not listen as it tells you the lies of your self worth, Do not believe it when it calls you a Nothing, An Unloved, One who deserves nothing in this precious world. You are one of imperfection, A beautiful amalgamation of a uniqueness, Something formed over time to be what you need. Perfection is never the goal, There is no such thing, You do not go to a bended tree and call it imperfect. So too must you think the same. The aching will remain, For something unknown, Or something wanted, Coveted, But time will help ease the weight, For you can begin anew each moment. You cannot change the past, But you can change the future. - Moni

The Ultimate Dark Academia Book Recommendation Guide Ever

The title of this post is clickbait. I, unfortunately, have not read every book ever. Not all of these books are particularly “dark” either. However, these are my recommendations for your dark academia fix. The quality of each of these books varies. I have limited this list to books that are directly linked to the world of academia and/or which have a vaguely academic setting.

Dark Academia staples:

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio

Dead Poets Society by Nancy H. Kleinbaum

Vita Nostra by Maryna Dyachenko

Dark academia litfic or contemporary:

Bunny by Mona Awad

The Idiot by Elif Batuman

These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever

White Ivy by Susie Yang

The Cloisters by Katy Hays

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

The Lake of Dead Languages by Carol Goodman

A Separate Peace by John Knowles

Black Chalk by Christopher J. Yates

Attribution by Linda Moore

Dark academia thrillers or horror:

In My Dreams I Hold a Knife by Ashley Winstead

The Maidens by Alex Michaelides

Ghosts of Harvard by Francesca Serritella

Catherine House by Elisabeth Thomas

Plain Bad Heroines by Emily M. Danforth

They Never Learn by Layne Fargo

The It Girl by Ruth Ware

Never Saw Me Coming by Vera Kurian

Dark academia fantasy/sci-fi:

Babel: An Arcane History by R.F. Kuang

The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

A Lesson in Vengeance by Victoria Lee

The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern

Vicious by V.E. Schwab

A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness

The Betrayals by Bridget Collins

Dark academia romance:

Gothikana by RuNyx

Alone With You in the Ether by Olivie Blake

Dark academia YA or MG:

Truly Devious by Maureen Johnson

A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik

Ace of Spades by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn

Crave by Tracy Wolff

Wilder Girls by Rory Power

The Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling

Dark academia miscellaneous:

My Dark Vanessa by Kate Elizabeth Russell

Disorientation by Elaine Hsieh Chou

Alphabet of Thorn by Patricia A. McKillip