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astraxa · 2 years
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books are a girl’s best friend
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"I want a boyfriend," no you want to pin a boy to a wall with a dagger to his throat, don't settle for less.
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astraxa · 2 years
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winter dark academia
- waking up to cold mornings and condensation on your windows
- brewing a cup of hot coffee while reading a book
- wearing cozy sweaters and cardigans to stay warm
- draping your favorite long coat over your shoulders to create a mysterious silhouette
- stepping through heavy, packed snow as you walk to your morning class
- watching the glistening trees, pausing your podcast to admire them in their full glory
- combing your fingers through your hair to remove the falling snowflakes
- sipping hot chocolate in front of a roaring fire, turning the pages in your book leisurely
- stringing fairy lights to brighten up a dark room
- practicing your instrument in the evening, pretending to play at night - but the sun just sets early, but that’s not important
- relishing the long, dark hours to keep focused on your work
- listening to the quiet tones of claire de lune as you scribble through your essay
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astraxa · 2 years
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you know the big problem with detective fiction nowadays is that all the detectives are fucking cops
like acab obviously but apart from that they're simply boring as hell. fuck off with your crime solving you're literally just doing your stupid job. the only people who should be solving fictional crimes are civilian vigilantes. little old ladies, short dithery priests, upper class twits with ptsd from world war one, well-heeled young ladies accidentally named after famous courtesans, etc.
neurodivergent private investigators can stay but you're on thin fucking ice
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astraxa · 2 years
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"I suppose at one time in my life I might have had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will ever be able to tell."
-- The Secret History, Donna Tartt (1992)
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astraxa · 2 years
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More TSH headcanons (again)
Charles and Camilla share a coded language. "Poker" is sex, "Blackjack" is on their birthday, and when things soured between them Charles often had to make do with "Solitaire".
Judy Poovey's cocaine being about 80% talcum powder, that means Richard is basically just fucked off his mind by default.
Bunny only wears ties for the constant asphyxia-induced half-hardon.
Once in a while, Henry drags out two garbage bags full of sand and covered in ketchup, just to keep the neighbors on their toes.
Francis has a miniature shrine to Oscar Wilde in his sock drawer.
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astraxa · 2 years
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modern tumblr archaeology is when you get recommended a nonsensical post on your trending tab that has 50k+ notes so you have to comb through the notes to find a reblog with the original post so you can figure out if it's been edited or if a new meme dropped
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astraxa · 2 years
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this site makes a poem out of your birth chart and it’s so cool
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The Moon, la Lune • old academic newspaper aesthetic
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astraxa · 2 years
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Open Pinterest. The first nine images are your aesthetic :]
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astraxa · 2 years
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Straight friend groups be like: *athlete* *chad* *kid that gets good grades* *other athlete ig*
Academia friend groups be like: *sad person* *semi less sad person*
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astraxa · 2 years
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melbourne town hall / melbourne, australia.
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“i have never known a closeness like that.”
—Anne Carson, Nox
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"and he wondered why it was he always thought people could see inside him, see the monster lurking there."
— From the Wreck, Jane Rawson
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astraxa · 3 years
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The darker it gets, the more it energizes. x
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