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death-by-poetryy · 2 years

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"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥-𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞."

- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

#quotes #darkacademiavibes #darkacademia #darkacademiaaesthetic #books #mood #aesthetic #literature #english literature #darkacademiawomen

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ambirneyakannan · 1 year

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Thoughts? Oh yeah! Is there any word for plural of the plural??? ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿. . . ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ Hey guys, This is Amsa here! I post my rants, some famous & heart wrecking quotes and some literature things here! Hope you enjoy my page! ♡ ㅤ ❍ㅤ ⎙ㅤ ⌲ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ [Tags] #darkacademia #poetryisnotdead #2linespoetry #tumblraesthetic #darkacademiaaesthetic #poetryislove #poetrychallenge #poetryforthesoul #poetrylover #poetrylove #poetrybooks #poetryisart #bleedingsoulpoetry #darkacademiavibes #darkacademiabooks #darkacademiamemes #darkacademiaaesthetics #darkacademiapoetry #darkacademiawomen #darkacademiaart #darkacademiaesthetic #darkacademiastudy #darkacademiamovies #darkacademiatips #darkacademialove #darkacademiavintage #poetrywriter #aestheticlypleasing #aestheticspractitioner #aestheticmeme (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpj78DmJp27/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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sarahopkinsart · 4 years

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Birdie kisses, woods & messy ink drawings on vintage library catalog cards 🖤🍂 #artvsartist #artvsartist2020 #darkacademiaaesthetic #darkacademiavibes #darkacademic #darkacademiawomen #thesketchbooksociety #inksketches #blackinkedart #blackinkart https://www.instagram.com/p/CGxOs2GjFTP/?igshid=17r3tt2jix1ib

#artvsartist #artvsartist2020 #darkacademiaaesthetic #darkacademiavibes #darkacademic #darkacademiawomen #thesketchbooksociety #inksketches #blackinkedart #blackinkart

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causedandcreated · 6 years

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the revolutionaries

{dark academia women}

#Dark Aesthetic #dark academia #dark academia women #darkacademia #darkacademiawomen #dark academia aesthetic #moodboard #collage #the revolutionaries

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kemenykotes · 5 years

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Híres utolsó mondataim: “újvárig megtanulok latinul” 🤘🏻📚 Amúgy egész jól megy. De ne vizsgáztassatok. 👻 #latin #allthecoolkidsspeaklatin #deadlanguage #academia #darkacademia #phd #phdlife #srudyspo #train #trainride #tweed #darkacademiaaesthetic #darkacademiawomen #darkacademiafeed #donnatartt #thesecrethistory 📚 (helyszín: Bratislava, Slovakia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3RSDurB4YA/?igshid=5gm4uuuxzmde

#latin #allthecoolkidsspeaklatin #deadlanguage #academia #darkacademia #phd #phdlife #srudyspo #train #trainride #tweed #darkacademiaaesthetic #darkacademiawomen #darkacademiafeed #donnatartt #thesecrethistory

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planetzuz · 5 years

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listening to the “the secret history” playlist i made in summer of 2018 when i first read this book and it’s making me wanna reread. tune in!

#dark academia #dark-academia #henry winter #richard papen #the secret history #tsh #bunny corcoran #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #donna tartt #dark academia playlist #darkacademiawomen

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darkacademiawomen · 6 years

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Hello members! Since Halloween’s fast approaching, we’ll have some spookier prompts in the following weeks.

This week’s prompts are:

shadows

blood

shatter

moonlight

panic

Please tag your works under #dawnet and #darkacademiawomen. Contributions from members and non-members are all welcome.

#prompts #dawnet #darkacademiawomen #dark academia women #dark academia

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prettylittlelyres · 5 years

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She Has No Name - WIP

When Celeste Newman’s A’ Level grades fall short of Cambridge University’s entry requirements, she applies to Freymouth Miles University for the Deaf. She’s been at mainstream schools, using cochlear implants and a SSE interpreter her whole life, and now she wants to explore her Deaf identity among friends.

Having all her lectures in BSL is hard for Celeste, but classmate Suzette--high-flying, bright, and third-generation Deaf--offers to tutor her. Suzette gives Celeste the keys to the community her parents have kept her from, and to top it all off, she’s gorgeous and funny. What’s Celeste meant to do? Not fall in love with her? Ridiculous notion.

Going through Clearing means Celeste has to go into private halls, first year, and she’s the only FMU student--and the only Deaf student--in her flat. The others go to Freymouth’s other university: Doria, sweet, but usually at her boyfriend’s flat across the city; Rosie, a full-time wheelchair user with EDS, who becomes Celeste’s best friend… and then there’s Tiff.

Tiffany Rees is everything that makes Celeste uncomfortable; she’s a rude, patronising bigot, and Rosie dislikes her, too. When Tiff’s homophobic boyfriend shows up, it’s not long before Celeste’s having to hide out at Suzette’s place… but it’s not until she returns to halls that things really go downhill.

Friendship in the face of prejudice. Love in the face of bigotry. A dark academia novel with DeafQueer and disabled protagonists, set on England’s rainy southwestern coast.

Find excerpts, pictures, inspiration, research and more on the tag!

Character Pages: Celeste Newman - Suzette Miller - Rosie Geelen Settings: Freymouth Miles University for the Deaf Tags: Aesthetic - Celeste Newman - Suzette Miller - Rosie Geelen

First Draft Wordcount: 30k+ Chapters: 8/? Start: 14th February 2019, 10:20pm

I’m using the snowflake method to plan this book, but my plan’s not really finished; I have each chapter planned individually until Chapter Fourteen (covering the first four acts of the story), and then the fifth draft may be one single, fifteenth chapter, but I haven’t decided yet.

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death-by-poetryy · 2 years

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"𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?"

- Tennessee Williams, The milk train doesn't stop here anymore (1964)

#literature #life #quotes #mood #books #darkacademiavibes #darkacademia #darkacademiaaesthetic #aesthetic #darkacademiawomen #darkacademiabooks

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ambirneyakannan · 1 year

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ミ⁠●⁠﹏⁠☉⁠ミ . . . ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ Hey guys, This is Amsa here! I post my rants, some famous & heart wrecking quotes and some literature things here! Hope you enjoy my page! ♡ ㅤ ❍ㅤ ⎙ㅤ ⌲ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ [Tags] #darkacademia #poetryisnotdead #2linespoetry #tumblraesthetic #darkacademiaaesthetic #poetryislove #poetrychallenge #poetryforthesoul #poetrylover #poetrylove #poetrybooks #poetryisart #bleedingsoulpoetry #darkacademiavibes #darkacademiabooks #darkacademiamemes #darkacademiaaesthetics #darkacademiapoetry #darkacademiawomen #darkacademiaart #darkacademiaesthetic #darkacademiastudy #darkacademiamovies #darkacademiatips #darkacademialove #darkacademiavintage #poetrywriter #aestheticlypleasing #aestheticspractitioner #aestheticmeme (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cohv26rp8WL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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ebp-brain · 6 years

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(not a member, but very into the @darkacademiawomen network’s weekly writing prompts. here’s a spooky bit for the season!)

prompt: shadows, blood, shatter, moonlight, panic

The dark liquid trickled under her office door and pooled at her feet. She thought at first that it was wine. Then she bent down and saw that it was not.

She couldn’t have said exactly what time she noticed it, but it was certainly late at night, so late that only grad students and untenured faculty, like her, were still haunting the grey stone halls of the venerable university’s Literary and Cultural Studies department. She pushed open her office door, staring at the thin red line beneath her feet.

It went on and on, down the corridor, into the shadows.

She hovered at the edge of the darkness, soft golden light behind her, uncertainty ahead. Her peace of mind had been shattered, she told herself; she would get no more work done tonight. Not until she discovered—though the thought of such a discovery made her squirm—where the red trail ended. Not until she found its source.

So she followed the blood like she followed the citations in heavy old books: painstaking, careful, paying close attention to the twists and turns, the obscure and unexpected pathways, weaving deeper and deeper towards the truth at the heart of things—wandering, a perpetual pilgrim in search of meaning. The blood was a sticky-red thread like a line of ink in a medieval manuscript, pointing towards the most important, the most divine, passage.

Her footsteps fell too loudly on the cold grey stone. How had the blood traveled so far?

As she walked she felt herself getting closer and closer to the beginning, to whatever waited for her in the darkness. Surely it was just around the next corner, or down the next staircase. Her hands trembled, and a panicked-bird heartbeat fluttered against her chest. She should go back. She should get out.

Because she knew all about the search for origins: it was futile, always, there was no origin, no center, only fragments, assemblage, middles, endlessly branching rhizomes—no roots—no branches, leading up to an apple—no first bite into the red flesh, no spilling out from the vital source—no source at all—

The trickle of blood stretched on, and on, and on, and she kept on following.

#darkacademiawomen #dawnet #dark academia #my writing #for fun #halloween #sort of #phd life #cw blood

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phi1omena · 6 years

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The heavy ivory curtains of the studio let the rosy light of the sunset pass through its openings, painting the floor like a graceful canvas in which the shadows of the trees and birds appeared and disappeared with the brush strokes of the unpredictable wind. The room was filled with the gentle notes of the piano, played by Sylvia. She accompanied the concerto that enter from the open windows, like a breeze, describing in the air ephemeral duets tasted like summer days now forgotten and forlorned lands. I loved listening to her play, thanks to her music I could forget what it means to be themselves. I could become a poet who with their soul in continuous metamorphosis could borrow the essence of everything, weigh it on their body and abandon it, jumping here and there between the embalmed darkness of poetry.

The piano and Sylvia’s dark figure stood out on the otherwise empty backdrop and- as if the protagonist of a painting came to life in front of the skeptical spectators- she stopped playing and turned to look at us.

-How was the presentation? -

Frances answered her

-You should have come, at least you would have laughed at the banality of the speech of the so-called art expert.-

-He was mistaking Bellini’s Apollo and Daphne for a Canova’s statue.- added Odette.

-Lately the banality and ignorance descend into my body as melancholy infection. I think it's the winter air, I miss the sound of the nightingale in the nearby meadows ...-.

Sylvia stopped talking for a moment. She stared out the window, her figure almost motionless, contemplating whether or not to reveal her hidden thoughts. She had certainly pondered it for the entire duration of our absence, perhaps even before, ever since the professor of art history had revealed to us his new "work of art" ,that he had then shown to the press and to the poser art critics today, during the conference that lasted almost two hours.

-For someone who has studied how the evolution of thought has shown itself into the reality, it saddens me how the professor decided to create something only for diffusion and earning purpose that completely lack of artistic qualities.- Her expression hardened and with a slow movement rose from the chair. Among the curly raven hair her golden earring transpired which, thanks to the contrast with her obsidian skin, made her similar to a goddess from ancient times.

As we waited for her to start talking, the shadows in the room grew longer until the dusk came. Although it was becoming difficult to distinguish the shapes of objects, none of us moved to light the room as if held by invisible threads of spiderweb. At a time like this, in which in the mind of Sylvia were evolving the thoughts that from that night on changed our lives, the light seemed to us all an enemy that could reveal to the world our true nature.

-The object that the professor Dyerworth has declared art, I find that it is nothing but a poor representation of modern times: without taste, feelings and beauty and in which the value of things is not given by humanity preserved in it but by the vile money. Tomorrow the person who bought it will come. I wish that before then the professor will understand what art means.-

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The secondary door that led to the auditorium was open as usual. Although all the external entrances were sealed and it was impossible to enter the structure from the outside, from the inside it was possible to access to any public place.

Only the moon illuminated our path, guiding us through the rows of chairs arranged neatly in the great hall. Our steps echoed on the marble and ended up heavily in the air, carried by the dust and settled on the statues, depicting ancient mythological figures that adorned the angles of the whole room. Their faces seemed benevolent under the moonlight, accomplices in our crime.

Sylvia stopped in front of the professor's work, which was on a raised floor, and waited Odette and France to reach her at both of her side. With a nod, Sylvia pointed to the base of the statue and all three began to push it. I stood in front of the heavy main door at the opposite side of the room from which I could admire the whole scene. In the moment the statue finally lost its balance and fell to the ground my mind became lucid as if like it awakened from a somnolent torpor. The loud sound cracked the veil of maya that divided my mind from the reality and the thousands of pieces of which the statue had shattered come to my feet as a great wave that washed away my panic. Though the intact statue looked trivial and vulgar, his corpse seemed to me more magnificent than ever. In the momentary nature of that unrepeatable scene, we managed to created art from that shallow and caddish object. For the first time I finally understood Sylvia’s words.

-Move Bea, the director has probably woken up!

Sylvia came running towards me and took my hand in hers. Without moving a single fragment we reached the centre of the massacre and I left a lonely blood-colored rose on the floor. Frances was keeping the small door open and intimated us to reach her . Sylvia and I began to ran away but before the door closed I turned around for one last time. The statues that had formerly seemed allied to me now had a accusatory expression on their face.

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Thanks for reading till the end!

This is the first time I try to write something, I really want to improve my writing though english is not my first language (please correct me!).

I wrote this for the other @darkacademiawomen week's prompts but I've notice that I used all the new words.

#dawnet #darkacademiawomen #dark academia #writing prompts #prompt #my post #my writing

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luv1etter · 6 years

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eden: a dark academia story

“who are you running from?”

“people without sensibility. you?”

“myself.”

#eden #none of these pictures belong to me #dark academia #darkacademiawomen #wlw #moodboard #IM SO EXCITED #i mean i suck at writing in english but we'll see #mine

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causedandcreated · 5 years

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second semester has begun. best of wishes for everyone.

{dark academia women}

#Dark Aesthetic #dark academia aesthetic #dark #darkacademiawomen #Women being Women #women in dark academia #dark academia women #dawnet #second semester #academia aesthetic

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haleylebaron · 3 years

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According to your phone battery, here’s where you’re headed on vacation: ✨100%-80% Velaris 🎪80%-60% The Night Circus 🏰60%-40% Hogwarts 🦫40%-20% Narnia 🌋20%-1% Middle Earth I’m at 98%, so you know I’m off to Velaris! Where are you headed? 🧳 Photo by @erin.marie_photography #midsizemagic #fantasybooks #fantasyphotography #fantasybookstagram #midsizefashion #midsizestyle #darkacademia #darkacademiaaesthetic #darkacademiafashion #darkacademiastyle #academiaaesthetic #darkcottagecore #velaris #nightcircus #fantasybooklover #darkacademiawomen #witchaesthetic #bookstagrammers #bookloversofinstagram #sarahjmaasbooks #feyrearcheron (at Velaris) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ3gG4Fgfx3/?utm_medium=tumblr

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k-c-amador · 3 years

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Happiness is a byproduct of doing things that are challenging, meaningful, beautiful, and worthwhile

- 101 Essays That Will Change The Way You Think by Brianna Wiest

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