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The Tenant Of Wuthering Heights

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How to be a sustainable dark academic:

  • Buy clothes from charity shops or second hand online. I know that this is technically part of the aesthetic already, but it’s still worth mentioning.
  • Glass is really difficult to recycle, so use your old wine bottles for candle holders, vases, water bottles, or anything else you can think of.
  • Try not to wear polyester, or to buy it. I know that it’s cheap and easy to get a hold of, but it really isn’t that good for the environment, especially if you wash it often, because plastic micropartickes come away from the clothing and are washed away in the water.
  • Big plus: candles are good for the aesthetic. It might be a bit of a stretch, but limiting your electricity use through using sunlight in the day and candles when it gets dark? Very dark academia.
  • Trains and buses are criminally underrated modes of transport. And they fit the aesthetic too, because I mean, have you ever seen a Regency poet driving a Prius? I think not.
  • You could also walk, I guess, if you’re a peasant. Or travel in a carriage, which is far more stylish.
  • Basically, whenever possible, limit your use of single-person vehicles. And things like Über or Taxis too, if you can take a train or a bus instead.
  • Take a reusable coffee cup with you. If you always have one with you, you won’t have to buy coffee in one of those takeaway cups that can’t be recycled when you go bookshopping.
  • Speaking of books, again, try to buy second hand. I regret to say it, but the printing industry isn’t exactly the pinnacle of sustainability. There’s also always the plus of finding a really nicely bound vintage book if you buy second hand.
  • I feel like most people in the dark academia community already have this in the bag, but fountain pens. Even just a small thing like throwing away empty biros can really add up. Using a cartridge pen with an ink well or something similar could reduce that wasted plastic, even if just by a very small amount. It fits the aesthetic, too. Every little thing counts.
  • When it comes to furniture, this aesthetic has it in the bag. Buying second hand and vintage is far better for the environment than buying newer furniture.
  • Mend your clothes! Again, I think that this really fits the aesthetic of blazers witb elbow patches, but honestly, if you have one vintage wool blazer that you mend over and over for years to come, it’s far better for the environment than buying a new polyester blazer from H&M every time you get a hole in the sleeve.

I feel like as far as aesthetics go, DA us one of the best in terms of sustainability, because of the focus on vintage and antique items.

Also, it is A-okay if you don’t stick to doing everything sustainably all day every day. It just isn’t realistic to be the perfect person, and as long as you make the choice consciously, it’s all okay!

Stay safe :)

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iseliaa:

“I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close… I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else–and i will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”

— Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters

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rubsta:

I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it. I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear dagger proof tunics, and as a dagger proof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every fire is extinguised and until every home is rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try. I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.

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thetenantofwutheringheights·2 months agoText

coffee-and-quotes:

“Suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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thetenantofwutheringheights·2 months agoPhoto

wryan:

The closing lines of The Great Gatsby, perhaps the most enigmatic in American literature, handwritten by F. Scott Fitzgerald himself.

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thetenantofwutheringheights·2 months agoText

starsandaspirations:

9AM econ class. breakfast with family. watching totoro; studying calculus on the kitchen countertop. exercising while reading. eating dinner. learning chords on the acoustic guitar. revising chemistry till the sun goes down. long nights spent laughing, learning, lying down in bed texting. maybe a movie

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