You Know What I Want? A Friend Group In Which Everyone Has Read Plato , Aristotle And The Secret History

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Due to personal reasons my heart will be thrilled by the still of your hand, that’s how I know now that you understand.

sad, sad day.

ben wyatt is the only man in my life that’s never disappointed me

How you, yes, YOU, can be both PUNK and A PRETENTIOUS BASTARD (dark academic) at the SAME TIME.

(yes, I do recognise that making a 'how-to' type list is basically the opposite of punk, leave me alone.)

Read poetry (I highly recommend John Cooper Clarke).

Be angry all the time, not at people around you, but at capitalism, social injustice, the government, and societal constructs.

Read Marx.

Doc Martens should be your best friend. Yes, they're expensive. But they're also high quality and will last you a lifetime (I've had a pair for about five years now, and they've literally grown with me).

Ratty blazers are cool.

Drink fruit juice, don't take drugs. In the beginning, the punk movement was very anti-drugs, so gangs of them would get together to drink fruit juice instead.

Only quote the insults from Shakespeare's works.

Wash your hair in beer. (Just trust me. My great grandmother washed her hair with beer, and she had great hair.)

Berets

Black velvet (whilst usually more goth) can definitely be adopted.

Know that 'modern' or 'new' doesn't necessarily mean 'better'.

Go to protests, talks, lectures, anywhere where you might be able to make a difference. Say something about anything you feel passionately about, don't stand for things you feel are wrong.

I’m sorry but if you’re not proud af of your girl and supportive of all her positive and exciting decisions, then you don’t deserve to have her as your girl.

when is hand kissing gonna be back in fashion though im tired of waiting

bring back homeric epithets. call people brave-hearted, swift-footed, laughter loving and loud thundering. view the world with its rosy fingered and saffron robed dawns, its wine dark seas. make your own, walk across kiln fired earth and moss soft as sea sponges. be dew-eyed and soft-cheeked and silver-souled, deft-fingered and bright-tongued. gaze up at the many-storied stars and feel the warmth of the ancient sun, father of gods and men, as it beats down on the shimmering world, soft spun like caterpillar silk

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. 

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.