Dark Acamedia - Blog Posts

it's a race against the clock, but we don't wanna watch

There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn't me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath that.

— Steve Moore, V for Vendetta

Henrik Ibsen's Puphejmo-A Doll's House

Reading The Cloisters and can't help but wonder if Katy Hays has ever actually dealt with the kind of man who constantly invades your personal space and is always touching you in some way.

Leo isn't coming across as hot and flirty. He's activating my fight or flight every time he shows up.

He's the kind of guy I wouldn't want to be alone with

Man, Dark Academia as a literary subgenre is something that I have struggled with.

On paper, it ticks all the boxes. A heavy focus on academic life, learning for the sake of learning, a love of history, linguistics and myth, the cutthroat nature of elitism, the hollow feeling of disillusionment. Just everything that should make me absolutely love it. Seriously, compiling all of those things together into a book should make that my favorite book.

AND YET.....every dark academia book I've read as been absolute garbage. Books so bad they made me forget why I love reading.

Donna Tartt, Alex Michaelides....it's on sight with these fuckers. I get genuinely angry thinking about these books. I was not even able to write actual reviews of them because I got so fucking angry whenever I tried.

Other DA books I've read have been mostly just meh. So forgettable that I couldn't even give a synopsis of them.

It's a subgenre that I want to love, but all of my attempts have failed so miserably.

I'm currently reading The Cloisters and Babel right now and if these are bad too, I'm just giving up.

I've heard a lot of praise for Babel so I'm hoping it's going to be a light in the darkness for me. But I also heard people praise The Secret History to the moon and back and that book's so horrible in every way that I literally want to burn it.

Please let there actually be good Dark Academia books out there. I can't take anymore disappointment

𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔶

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“You are worthy of concern, of happiness, of love.”

~ from one bored but stressed student to another

"the despair of an idealism that you can't attain" aaaaaaaah, i am so dead

"I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean sugary' It's dark and tormented - the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain."

- Catherine Breillat

Be careful of her, she has healed herself more times than you can ever imagine.

She wears her traumas like war paint, wiping her tears before they have a chance to roll off her cheeks.

She is a healer. She is one of the dangerous ones.

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I just want a boring love. A love that doesn’t need fights or arguments to keep the fire alive. A “let’s sit and read on opposite ends of the sofa” love, an “I thought of you when I was doing the dishes” love, “I would rather be at home with the love of my life right now” type of love.

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❝ Books ruined my life, and I love them. I love the ecstatic absorption that comes with reading, the self-annihilative surrender to the dead or far away, the luring and the transporting and the cathecting❞

──Anne Boyer, from A Handbook of Disappointed Fate; Take Up and Read.

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Mortals dying in the arms of their immortal lovers is the most painful thing that fiction has ever given to me 💔

The Prospects of Love

But, I am in love. In love with the eyes. In love with the lips. The way they bubble and crack To then mimic the softest of bed sheets. I am in love with fresh linen.  The way my legs feel freshly shaven  Over something so freshly cleaned. A poetic stance on the topic of new beginnings, The topic of rebirth. The littles that are seen in the most mundane items.  How they dance With the prospect  With the ability To be more. To be a metaphor. I am in love With the dog hair on my bright yellow chair.  Each strand bursting with the pure ability to love, Enhancing its stance against the fluorescent fabric. Simply, I am I love with love. -T

My basic bitch trait is I'll always flip a table for the painfully cliche enemies to lovers trope of calling the other sweetheart or love or darling or shit derogatory at the start and both getting used to it and it slowly becoming affectionate.

AND, when they fight when they fight they don't call them that at all instead of it being condescending again because their relationship has fundamentally changed to the point of no return. AND and if their partner feels the absence and misses it so deeply realising the effed up. I will ascend to a higher plane bitch

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All that blood was never pretty,

But they did so love the sound of warhorns,

Perhaps they went into every battlefield thinking,

This time it'll be rubies instead.

okay, Greek mytho or mytho/fairy tale retellings but with versions other than than the most popular one,

like hades and presophone but with the older version, where shes called kore meaning little girl because she's someone so sinister people are afraid to say her name, posiedon is the god of the underworld and hades some random guy who may and maynot be her love intrest in her quest to overthrowing posidon

aphrodite where shes a war goddess as she was in sparta

older versions of Cinderella and co. than grimms

Don't mistake me

When I say I'm lovely when I cry it's ugly,

cheeks red and wet with snot.

It's just that I've made a habit of finding tragedy beautiful.

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I wish someone would pick me up,

And decide

This one

This one deserves to be loved

In a way

Only hurricanes ever were.

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There is a small private library in this apartment, with many books printed at the begining of the 20th century

my classmate invited me to some gathering with her artistic friends where we would enjoy photos (from some old camera i quess) projected on a balcony wall and drink wine. She herself said that its very pretentious and that is exactly what i am looking for but i am intimidated by the chaotic academia vibe people coming, what should i do?

All thirteen-year-old girls deserve(d) better

|The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides|

I think It's a gift that I understand this book, that I feel what the girls in it felt. The book show the tragedy of being a woman through eyes of boys (malegaze) who are trying to understand but only you, if you were in the girls skin at least once, will get.

Speed sheep, come back please

Indeed, joy can be extracted even from the tiniest mortal and immortal creations. And indeed, sorrow can be inhaled within every single blink underneath the sky. The past transcends the boundaries of the present and devours every reason to leave this ephemeral juncture of bones and blood.

-Her "Schrödinger's Cat" , First Insight

Accepting what things are and condoning them are two very different things and can be true with or without each other.

What it means to be a passerby in life.

I suppose, is a vague attempt at figuring out what I want to be in another person's life, I guess. The passerby here leaves an impression on the psyche of every person he interacts with, or at least he tries to in his own way. He doesn't want to be an integral part of a person's life but a vague, misty memory. Whenever the person thinks of the period of time when the passerby existed in the same light cone, he remembers the vague passerby and wonders how weird that particular passerby was with his weird principles and philosophies, the god complex, the quirks, the manipulations. I don't really know if that's what I actually want to be or if it is my own mind's creation to fill the void of not being around people among whom I would want to be the main character. Is it possible to find a main character like that, or am I exaggerating all of it? Either way, I find some kind of joy in being the passerby, maybe possibly more joy than being the main character.