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Tate Britain, London

25.01.2020

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types of dark academics

classic dark academic: thrifts old books, drinks coffee, writes poetry when bored, visits museums, reads a lot, loves documentaries, loves languages, the teacher’s favourite.

nature-inspired dark academic: lots of plants in their room, pressed flowers, probably vegan, has a cat, wears glasses, loves tea, obsessed with biology, has a tight group of friends.

music-obsessed dark academic: always has their earphones with them, goes to concerts a lot, studies with music on, loves wearing a T-shirt+blazer combo, plays the piano or violin.

casual dark academic: wears regular jeans most of the time, loves studying, reads a lot of reference, probably is a youtuber, into science, loves thrifting, writes essays, good at art.

thedarkestcoffeestains

what they think dark academics are: constantly studying, drinking tea while reading a good book, intellectuals, studying 10 different languages at the same time, dark.

what dark academics actually are: chaotic, procrastinating, scrolling through tumblr and instagram, looking up aesthetically pleasing pictures, looking up swear words in latin, a plant mom/dad/parent, collecting books that they never end up reading.

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dark academia on a budget

(because not only rich people can be dark academics)

-thrifting with friends for old sweaters that someone’s grandfather must have worn

-getting second (or third or fourth) hand books and reading the notes that other people left in them

-making sure everything is tidy and clean, no matter what

-adopting a minimalist aesthetic

-or making your own decorations (which then makes you better at lettering and art)

-sitting in a local cafe and buying the cheapest thing so that you can study there (and making sure that you tip as much as you can)

-reading poetry online, printing your favorites, and posting them on your walls

-taking as much of your family’s clothing that they’ll let you have

-rotating the same few shirts, pants, and shoes without anyone noticing

-a lack of jewelry (because there are more important things)

-sitting outside at a park to read or write

-looking outside windows on public transport while listening to somber music

macaulaytwins

I'm majoring in a morbid longing for the picturesque and minoring in caffeine addiction

juneacademia

Dark Academia Playlist

a little dark, a little whimsical, tunes to make you feel like the main character in a film.

roslyn — bon iver, st. vincent
the secret history — the chamber orchestra of london
les mémoires blessées — dark sanctuary
into dust — mazzy star
clair de lune, l. 32 — claude debussy
show me how — men i trust
eyes on fire — blue foundation
over the moon — the marías
falling asleep with a book on your chest — lullatone
solo — five mile town
tchaikovsky: swan lake — pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky
altogether — slowdive
cigar & a 78 — five mile town
visions of gideon — sufjan stevens
thinking of you — cosmic child
headache — grouper
if i’m asleep — five mile town
dark — daffodils

sappylittlebitch

concept playlists

it’s bacchanal time, baby: songs for when you infiltrate a group of classics students and you all love each other. you hold a bacchanal together and see spectacular visions of dionysus and immortality in the midst of ecstasy. when you return to your body you feel you do not know yourself and question if you ever can. the light of the fire is dying and you’re covered in blood. you’re all covered in blood.

lime green slushies & god: you’re in a gas station food mart in the middle of the night and you meet someone. you know they’re not human, but they might be. all you know is that they’re holy. and you’re not. you get a bright green slushie and want to ask them for guidance. they pay for your slushie. you’re neon now.

bottom of a hotel pool: it’s your birthday and you’re at the bottom of a hotel pool. you know you should come back up. you know you shoulld go to the candles and frosting. you stay at the bottom and listen to the muffled thunder in the the distance. you feel the water’s divine power within you and you know you can breathe.

literary liaisons: you’re following your crush in the library. you’re taking note of the books they pick up, picking up one of your own. an hour before close, you go back to the shelf they went to and pick up their book. through the shelf’s gaps, you lock eyes with them. who’s following who now? and why? There’s a metallic taste in your mouth, and you lick your lips.

pink silk & poison: the sweet smell of the rose oil you’re putting on your body hangs in the air. the doorbell rings. you wrap yourself in your pink silk robe and go down to open the door. it’s the police. your husband has died. at least he left you his will. you turn up the volume of the record player.

motel terrors and subtext: there’s a boy in a motel room on his knees with a gun to his head. there’s a girl in a motel room with her finger on the trigger. a bottle breaks. that means ‘i love you’. you shut your eyes. what a pair.

glitter pluming between us: you’re in a club where everything is washed in blue lights. there’s a boy with glitter dusting his cheekbones and he’s all you can see or want. you should be the villains in each other’s stories. but under the lights and music all you can feel is love. you’re both in the alley now and out here the glitter cuts like a knife.

season of the witch: it’s near halloween and you’re discovering a new kind of power. in the hidden section of your university library you discover grimoires. in yourself you discover magic. somehow you know your whole life’s path has led you here.

get your lyres out, boys: you’re the oracle of delphi. amidst the smoke of incense and offerings of grapes and honey you witness history. the rage of achilles, the burden of atlas, the flight of icarus. time does not exist.

raging feminist: you’re a raging feminist. you’re dismantling the patriarchy and rallying. you’re discovering the power in femininity and womanhood.

sunday morning cappuccinos: it’s sunday morning and you wake up early to the smell of breakfast. you pull on a cashmere sweater and go into the kitchen of your loft where your lover is pouring you coffee. you both have goals and are working to achieve them. it’s cold and you make plans to have a movie night together in the warmth.

all this, and love too, will ruin us: you’re in love for the first time and you feel like you’ve discovered something no one ever has. you’re consumed and can swallow the world whole.

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dark academia but it’s online school

- waking up early in the morning to watch the sunrise, even though you don’t actually need to

- staying up late to read or paint because you don’t have to get up early

- handwriting assignments that should be typed and submitted digitally

- having a coffee cup with you, rather than a thermos because you don’t have to take it anywhere

- still getting ready and dressed so that you can feel focused on your work in the mornings

- emailing your teachers to see if they have any extra reading related to the topic

- turning in all of the assignments for the week earlier than the rest of your class because you wanted to finish them early

- not doing any assignments for the week because you were too interested in researching about different planets or the deep sea

ancientoptimism

Can somebody hire me to do night shifts at a museum? I’ll bring my own dinner that I made the morning of and my favourite book. I’ll wander around the place taking everything in even though I see it each night. Sometimes i’ll listen to music while admiring and sometimes i’ll listen to the silence in comfort. Can somebody make this happen?

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