Tumgik
#romantic acdemia
elizabugz · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
116 notes · View notes
hyperromanticisation · 3 months
Text
Which option do I choose on dating apps to make it clear I am looking for a Byronic anti-hero who owns a vast gothic mansion and has a terrible secret?
60 notes · View notes
originalmoonkid · 15 days
Text
To love someone wholly is to embrace there imperfections as basic parts of who they are, It is to hold their hand through the storms and rains , to kiss their scars with love, and to stand by them as they navigate the maze of their emotions.
28 notes · View notes
ch4isutta · 6 months
Text
yeah i was raised by a woman (lana del rey)
25 notes · View notes
see-mab · 2 years
Text
tangled hair, white tee, unorganized room, iced coffee, crumpled papers, ink stained fingers, Taylor and lordes music, dyed hair, piled up assignments, unfinished books, half written poems, studying at 3 am, obsessing over sunsets, listening to podcasts, staying in bed, in love with the moon
249 notes · View notes
letsmakebelieve · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
2/07/22
Relaxing weekend away in the valleys with my love 🤎 my heart is so full.
64 notes · View notes
moodswings-101 · 2 years
Text
And all in the end, we are destined to be just a memory.
15 notes · View notes
chaoticstudying · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
3.10.2022
Currently listening to:
Slow Hands - Niall Horan
Last day of the holidays :(
Science notes for psych, and then some reading :)
6 notes · View notes
darkroyalcoresblog · 2 years
Text
"The story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now"
Tumblr media Tumblr media
14 notes · View notes
eternalnoirree · 1 year
Text
Crying in the midst of overthinking, heart wrenching thoughts making you shiver internally Sitting in balcony looking at swaying trees, alone , dark , thundering (just like your insights) Listening to the deep "Tum ko apni kasam jane ja , baat itni meri maan loo, aj jane ki zid na karo "The lyrics unconsciously making eyes teary .. the utter dark pit forming deep in your heart , unaware of the surroundings ?? The thought that someone , however , in real, left . He , who made you question your worth , is still out there .And here you are , romanticising your life and feeling the shallow "me and who " crisisThe multiple KAASH making room in your mind , the ulterior motive to tell someone what they meant to you was left unspokenI might not say out loud , but yes there were times when all i missed was you You may not feel the same way ,so that is why some things are better unheard...The words making no real meanings now , but the little happy moments we made together are eternally imprinted in my mind Why do i miss you? Why i can't move one ? Why i only need you in my life ? Was asking for your love a sin? No. Right?But why everytime it make me feel sad ????
3 notes · View notes
probablyjustamagpie · 2 years
Text
reading one another’s research papers as a love language
5 notes · View notes
biblio-philee · 3 years
Photo
Tumblr media
felt dainty
13 notes · View notes
academi-aesthetics · 2 years
Note
hiii!! im a big fan of your tumblr and i wanted to ask you if you knew what type of academia i am… i’ve been looking but i can’t seem to find one that fits my personal style… im a girl who enjoys the soft pastel colors of pinks, whites, and purples, yet loves reading, painting, and the victorian era as a whole.
Hii !!❤️ Well I think you are mix of pastel Academia and classic academia.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
71 notes · View notes
icarusaelius · 2 years
Text
Okay but imagine if Lucien Carr and Allen Ginsberg had actually gotten together.
 Random mini fights, 
heated long night discussions about poetry, 
picnics with them just reciting poems.
Allen helping Lucien past the beginning
Lucien finally telling David to get lost
 I think about them constantly.
27 notes · View notes
crushed111daisy · 4 years
Text
i think that all libraries should have little bakery,, you work up quite the appetite looking through books for hours.
342 notes · View notes
venus-et-cupido · 3 years
Text
I was his spring but never the summer, his comfort but never his strength.
16 notes · View notes