Also Can We Talk About How Much I Fucking Hate Them Fighting Over Josh Because.... I Mean..... Josh,

New York City ballet production of Midsummer Nights Dream

dark academia people reblog with ur star sign in the tags it’s for science

kara x north

“ - forever?

- forever.”

dropping out of university is ok. joining some weird group to study greek is ok. taking part in a bacchanal is ok. accidentally killing a random farmer is ok. planning to run away to uruguay is ok. murdering one of your friends is ok. do whatever u need to do to cope.

i do love listmaking…

marina 23/ kady 40 “So, darling, how about little rebellion?”

marina tsvetaeva and sergey efron; 1911, 1914.

every morning i wake up & get my coffee & i recite in my head this excerpt from ‘invitation,’ by mary oliver:  “it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.” & i just say it over & over again until it sticks to my mind for the rest of the day. it is a serious thing. i am alive. i am so lucky. this fresh morning i get the chance to live again & again & again

concept: chaotic academia

it’s not as pretty and put together as dark academia

you’re wearing two cardigans, mismatched socks and some jeans that are bordering on “just about clean enough”. nothing will stand between you and your next cup of tea/coffee/hot chocolate and adding extra sugar.

emptying your pockets at the end of the day and coming to a total of four pens, a pocket notebook, two receipts, and a highlighter.

your hair keeps falling in your face. you use a rubber band to tie it back. your fringe falls in your face. a paperclip is used to keep it back for the next ten minutes. you probably need a haircut.

the floor is the best place to study. there are so many books and pages of notes scattered around that the carpet can’t be seen anymore.

a rush before you leave class. your ID? got it. keys? got them. wait, where did your ID go again..? did you put your phone in your backpack or in any of the nine pockets on your person.

trash is piled up neatly in the corner, ready to be put into a rubbish bag and taken out. you’ll do it tomorrow, you say. you said the exact same thing last week.

you’re typing and you miss a letter. you go back to fix it. you miss a different letter. you go back to fix it. somehow you have fewer letters than you started with. you take it as a sign to take a break.

it’s time for a quick break. half an hour later you realise that you still haven’t gone back to work. Whoops.