everything washes away until all we're left with is bittersweet reminiscence

nostalgia

— James Allen Hall, from “I Liked You Better Before I Knew You So Well.”

in the morning, it's light academia at night, it's dark academia in the brain, it chaotic academia

how do you just get up and deal with the fact that there’s a last time for everything. there was a last time you sat on your dads shoulders and there was a last time your mom tucked you into bed. there’s going to be a last time you kiss your sister on the head and there’s going to be a last time you hug your best friend. there’s going to be a last time you feel exactly as you feel right now and there’s going to be a last time that person says i love you. i need to lay down

art is nothing but an all-consuming obsession with nothing and nowhere

anywhere but here

Daphne du Maurier, from “My Cousin Rachel”

First draft of my short story is finished! 😊😊🖤

jeff buckley

“Are you ever so sad that you can actually feel your heart ache.”

— Unknown (via thehopefulquotes)

Finally got to do this! 😊 Full thing on Instagram @poetryforalena

I’ve recently noticed how fond I’ve become of aesthetics. I romanticise my life with vigour,  spending my days searching for old windows to look out from, drinking coffee that’s going cold. My life becomes a screenplay, written chapter by chapter, till my very existence is turned inside out as a sheepskin coat; my insides muted by delusion and wool. Perhaps it’s the way life ought to be lived, so that once death comes, it too will seem like just a sudden twist of a tender plot. Perhaps one shouldn’t dwell on the evils of the world, those dying children and hopeless beggars shall cease to exist. It’s MY wonderfully curated existence of bliss. Where I sit to watch the branches sway in the wind, and write prose and plays, as a child, in the sunlight, till my dying day.

I’d like to live in this picture today🤍

Don't you sometimes just love the feel of winter, the entire aesthetic included. In a turtleneck, snuggling in a warm blanket with a classic book and a cup of coffee or tea to keep you warm as you furiously scribble notes about characters, your thoughts and observations, and the quotes that you love the most.

Feels like winter to me.

Join me on Instagram! @poetryforalena

I’m trying to do more dark academia/dark autumn stuff. And I also share a lot of music and cute dog photos in my stories 😊

We do

terrible things

For the

people we love

.

Short story moodboard! ☺️🖤

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