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Dark Academia for Brown People

 Most people, when they think of dark academia is books (that’s the whole point) and ancient languages such as Latin or Ancient Greek. I’m here to tell you that you all are SLEEPING on brown culture. Love that is conveyed in the languages of Persian and Urdu (my native language) crosses borders. Sure, Shakespeare and Sappho wrote great pieces of literature but the stories and poems of Rumi, Manto, Hafez and Iqbal have a special place in my heart. 

Some of my favourites are:- (all are translated)

Sit at my grave with wine and a minstrel in a trance, so your smell will raise me from the dead.

HAFEZ

My lover’s sadness lit a fire in my heart that burned my chest, there was a fire in his house that burned the nest.

HAFEZ

O the day turned night, what a shame, a gazelle of kindness a lion became, my partner and lover grew tired of my words and prayers too.

RUMI

These are my personal favourites. I can always make a longer post if you all want.

Female poets deserve a whole other post.

As someone who goes to an English-Medium school, we are always taught to converse in English, see the language as a part of yourself but deny a place to Urdu. As I grow older, I have come to appreciate my identity and so should all my fellow brown people. Take pride in your mother tongue.

November Rain

Ao3 4k

Summary:

Eliott finds his eyes burning from holding back. He can repeat his words, he can shout them from rooftops, tell them to Lucas everyday.

But the process of healing won’t start until Lucas sheds his guilt…

—or—

A story of grieving and how support looks different for everyone.

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i can't NOT reblog

anyone please ask your crush out like this

I like how Even uses like a thousand paper towels to start a conversation, Eliott uses candy, David makes dark jokes, while Sander just straight up goes YO ARE YOU THE FUCKING MANAGER IN THIS SHITHOLE OH MY GOD ZERO STARS ON BOOKING.COM GET ME SOME ACTUAL FUCKING FOOD-

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November Rain

Ao3 4k

Summary:

Eliott finds his eyes burning from holding back. He can repeat his words, he can shout them from rooftops, tell them to Lucas everyday.

But the process of healing won’t start until Lucas sheds his guilt…

—or—

A story of grieving and how support looks different for everyone.

Keep reading

i can’t fathom that ben barnes is taller than andrew garfield. you’re telling me that they’re the wolfstar fancasts, and yet ben barnes is 6’1 and andrew garfield is 5’10?! how dare they not be 3’2 and 9’7, respectively? absolutely ridiculous, and downright homophobic!

i cried eight times while making this…you’re welcome

remember what Doja Cat said about big noses?

found out in the lemire run matt is canonically jake lockley's lawyer and subsequently lost my mind