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The Lifetime of a Star

A millennium of travel

An infinite universe of time

A second of your life

A star looks upon you

It winks with wicked glee

I have found you

And fades out of existence

Alone you stand,

Mourning what once was

A blink of hope

Across the universe

Nothing pierced by a ray of light

That once a star spent its life

On the path to your eyes

A relentless pursuit of one moment.

Forever.

To gave upon you.

by nour

#poem #poetry #prose #stars #astronomy academia #poet #original poem #original poetry #original poet #original poets on tumblr #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia #dark academia poem

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Life is The Night’s Sky

Life is the night’s sky

Dotted with a million specks of light

Stars scattered across the universe

Hope found in the fragments of broken hearts

A canvas of darkness

An endless sea of existence

It is brimming with a million specks of light

Once a month, a full moon

Bringing a glow to the darkest night.

by nour

#poet #poem #sky #stars #universe #original poetry #original poets on tumblr #original poem #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia #dark academia poem

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The Universe

This light has traveled for thousands and thousands of years

across the universe

To shine on you for one second.

You say you don’t matter.

Your very existence molds the time-space continuum.

You, my dear

physically shape the universe.

by nour

#poem poetry original poem original poet prose light academia poem dark academia academia poem original poets on tumblr poet

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Monsters

Perhaps there never had been any monsters?

Perhaps we are the monsters?

There is no perhaps to that thought my dear.

We are the monsters.

by nour

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The Sin of Virtue

The perfect embodiment of male entitlement,

of false virtue.

You deem yourself a saint,

You speak of honor and Truth

Carry God’s name on your tongue,

You lower your eyes in mock modesty

in truth,

Masking the flaws of selfishness.

You are the devil cloaked in white

a Sin upon my heart

The feathers char where they touch you,

but if I get close enough to see,

I have stepped into the ring of fire

And I will go up in flames.

by nour

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Evil

Down a narrow road I go,

a path to hell I seek.

I close my eyes and hear

the wails of dead men

agonizing wounds that bleed,

red streams from veins beneath my feet.

I open my eyes.

The monsters are all gone,

the war has been won

they say.

But around every corner,

smoke I see

and trenches dug eye deep.

A looming black shadow

engulfs me at night,

together we weep.

I open my eyes,

sparkling young stars gaze back at me.

They do not see the ghosts I do,

they have not seen what true evil can do.

by nour 

#pros #dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia poem #original poets on tumblr #original poetry #original poem #poetry #dark academia style

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top 5 tips to make life romantic

Try and overdress for everything

Carry a book and pen on you to read and annotate

keep a fun secret that brings you joy

Appreciate the ugly things, always

Be deeply invested in loving yourself the way you want to be loved

(Bonus: watch pride and prejudice, Shrek, Megamind and tangled)

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dark academia literary works: a masterlist

Hello! I replied to this post on Reddit today, trying to compile all the dark academia books I could think of, and then thought that maybe all of you here might find it useful too, so here you go. It is a very, very broad list, a mix of classic and contemporary literature, and there is no set criteria besides having a dark vibe (this includes murder and crime but could just be the way it’s written as well) and portraying an academic setting, most of the time from the student’s point of view. I haven’t read all of these myself and so I can’t judge on quality, but hopefully this will inspire people to add on to it in the comments.

Here you go!

The Lessons by Naomi Alderman Truly, Devious by Maureen Johnson The Secret History, Donna Tartt If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio Maurice by E. M. Forster The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde Possession by A.S. Byatt The Truants by Kate Weinberg The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark Vicious by V. E. Schwab The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater (tangentially related) A Little Life, Hanya Yanagihara Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro The Likeness by Tana French The Rachel Papers by Martin Amis Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo (coming out tomorrow!) Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë The Lake of Dead Languages by Carol Goodman Oleanna by David Mamet Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides

Other classics that are not Dark Academia in content, but which I would include in a list of the DA canon: The Iliad and The Odyssey by Homer Shakespeare’s plays (Macbeth, Hamlet are good ones to start with) A Separate Peace, John Knowles The Bacchae, Euripides Greek tragedies (a good one to start with is Antigone, very popular and staged many a time) Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman Beat generation literature Jane Austen’s books (light academia, anyone?)

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in anticipation of autumn, here are some of my own dark academia-inspired photos 🕯✨

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top reason my flatmates and i reached peak dark academia.

hallways covered in bookshelves. about two thousands books paving the way to our rooms.

falling asleep early enough to still hear someone typing their essay in the living room, but late enough into the night so that the birds’ singing will accompany you to your dreams.

tea being drunk by the pot. coming back from classes and knowing there will be a stimming cup waiting for you.

joking through latin quotes and obscure references to literature.

wild parties. opera blaring through the windows, growing into classical music, centuries old songs, and chanted poetry. dancing as if possessed by forgotten spirits. wild movements, skin covered in screaming, painted exclamations. leaving the alcohol behind and getting drunk on life instead.

one of my roommates’ door opening and closing through the night as he leaves the flat to walk through the sleeping city.

another one running into the living room, taking one unique leaf from a potted plant and leaving right away, only to send us pictures of its cells a few minutes later.

heated debates over books and historical events.

getting high on the toxic fumes inhaled during labs.

walks into the woods, howling poetry at the wind, hands cold and feet wet, getting lost further and further down a path of mushrooms.

breaking into the abandoned greenhouses to steal flowerpots, old biology notes and a mysterious painting.

discussing the best ways to murder someone, including through our study of mushrooms.

drinking games including the improvisation of poems and dancing the waltz.

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pretty shitty how baseline human activities like singing, dancing and making art got turned into skills  instead of being seen as behaviors

so now it’s like ‘the point of doing them is to get good at them’ and not ‘this is a thing humans do, the way birds sing and bees make hives’.

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Portal

bobbimac

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some nights it's just me and my milk tea against the world

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from now on we’re calling all the stem folk ‘students of the unhallowed arts’, just like mary shelley wanted us to do

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i really really mean it please write muslim characters, it’s really not that daunting literally all you have to do is throw in a few casual qualities.

have them squint uncertainly at the meat options in a restaurant and ask if there’s pork in the sandwich. have them mention on the phone “oh, i’m gonna stop by the mosque first for prayer but i’ll be there soon.” have your hijabi girls squeal over cute scarves in mall store windows and swoon over sparkly pins. have them kindly reject a glass of water and say “oh, i’m fasting today.”

just don’t make their religion their only defining aspect. like??

for most women, wearing hijab is about as casual as wearing a shirt or pants. give me a badass woman on a mission to save the world just like you’d write literally any other badass woman on a mission to save the world— this one just happens to keep her hair in a headscarf and is careful not to eat certain foods?

and not all muslim women wear scarves, a lot of them just choose not to or they decide not right now but they’ll do it later? like, give me a girl who’s absolutely determined to break a world record and halfway through the story she shows up in a headscarf for the first time and it’s no big deal. 

give me a kid who’s on the search for an ancient magical artifact and also they get anxious at some point cause they’re busy but prayer’s gonna start soon and they don’t wanna miss it. have them whip out their phone and search for the nearest mosque. have them find some quiet place to pray alone, like in the corner of a hotel room they just booked while their travel companion’s watching TV with the volume turned down low.

just?? do a bit of research (when are the prayer times, when is ramadan, what are halal foods, mosques in texas, etc.) and write!!! muslim!!! characters!!!

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