Dark academia


We love large libraries and the rusty aroma of old books that complement the sharp scent of a crisp cup of coffee.

Surrounded by tall ceilings that hold intricate engravings upon their walls.

Shelves that adorn the darkest and most rustic wood, painted in brown and gilded in gold upon the rim of each proud standing structure.

As our fingers graze upon the spines, we harness the endless feeling of warmth and comfort...

We caress the stories as our minds drift into an alternate reality, a world where dreams never end. Worlds where we can fall so deeply in love with a character whilst knowing that when we end each fairytale, our hearts will leave a shattered trail of ‘if only’...





  • dusk arising

    Left me wondering who is this "we" you repeatedly referred to.

    • fallenAngel1๐Ÿ•Š

      If I'm not mistaken,I would guess "we" refers to people who love to read,and spend a lot of time at big old library's.๐Ÿค—

      • fallenAngel1๐Ÿ•Š

        A very enjoyable little read my fellow poetess,I love the way you discribe the achitecture of the building. I love everything old. Old things have history,and some of the stories they tell have been made into some of the greatest books,..and from there,into some of the greatest movies. Thanks for sharing๐Ÿค—

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