#light academia aesthetic

i find broken loveintattered books

sixcupids:

uyule

fantasy academia

minimalist academia

dead poets society academia

happyheidi:

shades of green in Van Gogh’s paintings

(via)

rainy-academia:

That foiling…

Still in love with this edition.

Palais Bourbon, Paris

Reminiscing about some of the traveling I did with my Professor last year.

Being stuck behind an accident on a mountain pass has a silver lining: I packed a book. (FYI: nobody got injured)

A woman with a burning flame

Deep covered through the years

With ashes. Ah! she hid it deep,

And smothered it with tears.

Sometimes a baleful light would rise

From out the dusky bed,

And then the woman hushed it quick

To slumber on, as dead.

At last the weary war was done

The tapers were alight,

And with a sigh of victory

She breathed a soft—good-night!

— Georgia Douglas Johnson, Smothered Fires

There’s a neat little story behind this bookmark. A few years ago I was taking some preparatory classes that were hosted on the various Oxford campuses. While I was staying at the dorms there I stumbled across this grand bookstore. I ended up making a very close friend while staying in Oxford and we loved talking about this store. After a few years, our friendship broke apart. We both travelled back to Oxford on separate occasions and visited the bookstore. I recently ordered a book for my thesis research and when it arrived it included this bookmark. The amazon seller happened to be the bookstore in Oxford. I sent a picture of the bookmark to the aforementioned friend and we finally reconnected.

“When evening comes, I return to my home, and I go to my study; and on the threshold I take off my everyday clothes, which are covered with mud and mire, and I put on regal and curial robes; and dressed in a more appropriate manner I enter into the ancient courts of ancient men and am welcomed by them kindly […]. and there I am not ashamed to speak to them, to ask them the reasons for their actions; and they, in their humanity, answer me; and for four hours I feel no boredom, I dismiss every affliction, I no longer fear poverty nor do I tremble at the though of death: I become completely part of them.”

— Letter from Niccolò Machiavelli to Francesco Vettori, 1513

I’m not usually one for text posts, but I would just like to say that I miss Gentleman Jack. That’s it. That’s my message.

The giveaway package has finally been delivered to @sugarcross. I waited to post about it because I didn’t want to spoil anything. The main prize was the poetry book, but I also included an excerpt from one of Machiavelli‘s letters that I typed up.

“The world was to me a secret which I desired to divine.”

— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus

Henry, Camilla & Charles

I keep my entire life in a set of Moleskine notebooks. I browsed some old ones today and found this dark academia picture in my first notebook from a few years back.

rainy-academia:

G I V E A W A Y - World Poetry Day 2020

I’m giving away this copy of some of Thomas Hardy’s poems from my personal collection. Thomas Hardy was the author that got me interested in literature so it seemed like a natural choice.

Rules:

1.Follow my blog@rainy-academia

2.Reblog this post. If you’re reblogging this on a secondary blog, make sure to tag your main blog so I can verify that you follow me.

The giveaway ends on World Poetry Day (March 21) at 11:59 PM (Pacific Time). The winner will be drawn randomly and I will contact you within a few days.

I will ship internationally.

Only 3 days left to enter the giveaway!

Enter the contest for the chance to win this book.

I’m looking for a name for my new companion.

Please leave your suggestions in the comments. I’ll let you know what I end up choosing.

“What hath night to do with sleep?”

— John Milton, Paradise Lost