alanna roe

The type of academia I am is not solely dark academia. I suppose you could call it that, full of coffee, books, and studying, but it is so much more than that. Call it Chaotic Academia, of you’d like, or something else entirely. It does not matter, in the end of ends. This is the type of academia that accepts everyone, regardless of who they are or where they came from. Oh, this is the type of academia that writes sentences like a long brush of air, words spilling from their lips, knowing the rules of grammar but not seeming to care. Speaking broken languages, or perhaps even signing, knowing in delightful glee that you are simply learning things, that you are taking the opportunities that perhaps your peers do not, to learn more, to see more, just simply basking in the knowledge. And I suppose at times, we also are the ones who just cant type at all, or the ones who can only draw in a different style than we’re supposed. Oh, but this academia is one who  accepts, who sees and hears your difficulties and takes them, and helps. We like to watch over the ones who come into our care, mixing the academians. Do you think we care about the social constructs of society, of who is elite, of who is the best. Of course we do, if only to tell them that we are the best for accepting anyone and everyone. Of course, we are not telling you to change the ways you were raised, but this does not mean that we do not like it. So come now. Come sit in our somewhat uncomfortable chairs in the school library, and sit, and watch. Maybe you are not comfortable with us believing we are the best. And of course we aren’t! But maybe, in this huge, expansive universe, maybe we are the best for you currently, dear. But remember. This academia isnt just books and coffee and studying. Maybe it is, oh, having dance parties on the weekends, having fun by the pool and taking a day off. Or perhaps by the lake. I do not mind either, though I prefer freshwater. But, where was I? reading back, I see that I was telling you about this academia. it is purely simple, dear reader. This one full of acceptance and love, and knowing that you shall not be shunned if you leave and come back, or just simply leave. We will acknowledge you in the hallways, in the classrooms and the infinite amount of places that we could be at any given moment. We simply exist in this world until fate decides to cut the string, so why not make it enjoyable, hm?

pt. 1 pt. 2

honeysuckle at midnight: moonlight over a secret garden, persephone eating pomegranate seeds, poppy flowers on the bank of the lethe, and magic woven into the ivy vines and trees

good grief: whatever your grieving, a loved one, who you used to be, the last episode of your favorite show, these songs will hold you as you cry

si, amore mio?: the italian countryside, forgotten love notes, the sound of a typewriter, the taste of honey on your tongue, and of course the peaches

too close to the sun: icarus and apollo are lovers and that is all :)

stressed bisexual: for when you’re all bi yourself

what’s your damage?: no real concept here just a compilation of songs I thought had the similar vibe of fun, confused, and kind of over it. best listened to in a denny’s- the realm of chaos and revelry.

sapphics under the moon: for all my sapphics yearning to run free in the woods with artemis under the moonlight, tender and hedonistic in the best way.

parisian heist: femme fatale meets academia and the desire to give art back to the people with a righteous rage.

divine love: gothic cathedrals echoing with the voices of dead saints and your love for the person you swear was church because no one else ever made yoh feel so holy.

sad speakeasy hours: cue memories of your past lover and life's tragedies as you slam another bill down and take the entire bottle as you stumble home to the sound of soft jazz.

highway lights, endless nights: you live in a small town and don't quite know what you're doing with your life, but some nights you're infinite as you cruise down the highway or travel the world from your bedroom.

très cool: french songs for all the baguettes out there,,

give up on your dreams and die: for the go-getters having trouble getting their go. a shit ton of nostalgic songs that make me feel sad and existential.

I yearn for the love I've never had. For the love I was never given. For the love I never felt. For the love I see people experience.

just know that she's never going to love you as much as she loves romanticizing the idea of living as a pirate

i would love to be a john keating, full of inspiration and speeches and just really cool™ but instead i am a todd anderson, anxious and awkward and terrified of everything

i would love to be a john keating, full of inspiration and speeches and just really cool™ but instead i am a todd anderson, anxious and awkward and terrified of everything

May roses grow in the cracks of your broken heart.

When you are an anti-social queer:

not to be r*mantic on main but i deserve to be able to climb onto the roof of an abandoned building and stargaze with someone i love at least once in my life

English Translations of Indian Texts

feel free to add to the list :)

if you date a left handed person as a rightie it means you can hold hands together while holding swords in your dominant hands and fighting off your mutual enemies <3

Although this is clearly a superior state, as an alternative: my friend is left handed and I’m right handed so we’re perfectly set up to hold hands while we’re studying or reading

Some of y'all were never bullied by a teacher to the point of developing your entire personality around trying to be perfect and impress them and get their approval only to ultimately fail bc they don't actually care and it shows