Thinking About That One Kid In My Law Class Who Came Into Class Everyday With A Plastic Bag Full Of Water

every day the cameron apologist in me grows stronger

I got four marks back from profs today and all of them were above 90%. Maybe wearing tweed blazars while studying works. 

ides of march memes, my beloved

One of the most essential things about Dark Academia to me is the reclaimation. Like there’s something powerful about mostly women, lgbt people, people of color, and low income people seeing a space to which we’re not entitled and saying “no we’re gonna take it”. Like the fact that the fashion is made of taking men’s thrift store clothes and the concept of finding our own interpretations of literature and art which go against Eurocentric academic norms. This is a really disorganised post but I hope I’m getting my message across

never let anyone tell u how many commas can go in a sentence, u measure that shit with ur heart

Quotes : Jonathan Safran Foer // Albert Camus // Donna Tartt // Donna Tartt // Friedrich Nietzsche // Edgar Allen Poe // Rainer Maria Rilke //

Art: 2. Adrian Ghenie // 4. Heinrich Gogarten // 5. Henrik Aa. Uldalen // 7. Michel Voogt // 8. Erika Seguín Colás // 9. Yanjun Cheng // 13. Henrik Aa. Uldalen // 14. Chris Veeneman // 17. Henrik Aa. Uldalen // 18. Maurice Sapiro

Here’s a theory: Cameron’s parents are Charlie’s godparents – they think that Charlie’s an angel, when, in reality, he’s far from it. Due to the boys’ closeness, they relentlessly bicker, although they mutually agreed to avoid mentioning it a lot around the others. That’s why Cameron’s betrayal hurt so much. 

 tbh i fully believe that healthy kids should be getting in some stupid trouble.

like, a child that’s in trouble all the time, frequently skipping school, getting caught doing crimes? that’s a kid that desperately needs literally any positive attention. that kid needs help. obviously.

but a child that is perfectly well-behaved, never speaks up for themself, is seen and not heard? that’s a child that’s afraid. they also need help.

obsessed with the way that gothic horror is about horror but never directly. it’s not horrific because there’s a haunted house and that’s scary, it’s horrific because the monster isn’t a monster, it’s your grief, your loss, your pride, your desire, your fear. the monster skulking in the shadows, the darkness at the edge of the woods, the haunted house that is too broken to be a home—those are manifestations of events that grabbed onto the fabric of time in a fit of abject horror and clamped down so tightly that they couldn’t keep moving forward toward resolution and eventual dissipation like they were supposed to. it’s all about the scared child and the mourning mother and the hunger in your gut and the little emptiness in your chest at the end of the day. those things are all little horrors but you can’t approach them directly to understand them, so gothic horror gives us these little metaphors and says “here play with these for a while and see what you find.” and all of those metaphors need someone to go back to childhood to release them. you have to care, and be curious and clever, and look for a way to heal the hurt. you have to be so achingly human to survive in gothic horror