#romantic academia
my wish
details
“Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.” - Maya Angelou
Cryptid academia aesthetic.
“Pleasant dreams.” - Snow White
Be right back, i’m going to live in my head as a fairytale princess for a few days.
Post link
A Convent Garden by William John Leech
Salutations, but like Sylvia~
me, when any minor inconvenience happens
adorable, sweet …
Sylvia, a concept <3
the feminine urge to kill
Lana Del Rey : Life imitates art✨
Plato : You wench ♂️
I turned out the way I am because I read The Bell Jar when I was 15.
Always being a mental trainwreck so my friends with saviour complex don’t get bored.
RIP sappho, you would’ve loved the Notes app </3
The feminine urge to base your entire personality on a Jane Austen novel.
The Bell Jar is just a big collection of all the “feminine urges” possible.
nosebleed looks sooo sexy. You can’t change my mind.
October : Dark Academia
- annotating your copy of Dracula with a spectacle resting at the bridge of your nose while the fairy like knots of your auburn hair flutters in the chilly autumn breeze.
- crushing the wilted leaves on the pavements under your doc martens as the crunch of it awakens vintage polaroid pictures, dates, memories and a surge of nostalgia washes over you.
- playing with your old gold coin pendant that rests so delicately over the warm fabric of your favourite black turtleneck while you read Sylvia Plath.
- scribbling your incoherent thoughts in the flushed yellow pages of your journal tainted with coffee rings while the aroma of freshly baked cookies wafts through the air from the neighbourhood french bakery.
- relishing in the smell of petrichor when occasional showers of rain find its way to make the days even better.
- Reading literature to satisfy the curiosity of your ghost-filled heart, under the light of a twisted candle carving a halo on the face with a deep scarlet tinged lips who, eons ago had become one with the earth for hiding secrets in their hearts and potions.
In all forms except physical i am sitting on a kitchen counter wearing my boyfriend’s hoodie, while he bakes brownies for me and I feed him strawberries
That’s my emotional support stack of nail polishes
