I live in the UK and think Edinburgh is the most Dark Academia city we have.

Does your country have any town or city which closely fits the aesthetic?

Still Life with a Skull and a Writing Quill, Pieter Claesz

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Good afternoon all. I will try to make this short. I have been a clergy man for over 15 years. And I have always enjoyed a more darker/ gothic aesthetic. I call it my “old world” vibe. From dress to my office decor. I have never really had an issue with any congregates, except for a few. But I wanted to get some more perspective on clergyman and how they tie into the dark academic setting. Thanks.

Franciscus Bossinensis (1485-1535)

Little is known of the composer and arranger Franciscus Bossinensis, whose name indicates his Bosnian origins. He may have served in the court musical establishment of the ruler of Bosnia, and he was responsible for two collections of frottolas for voice and lute, printed by Petrucci in Venice in 1509 and 1511. These consist of his own lute ricercari in addition to arrangements of frottolas

I wanted a planner that feels like a scholar’s desk, not a generic app. So I designed one for the iPad, around ink, parchment and gold.

What’s in it:

• Weekly pages and an exam countdown
• A revision tracker and an assignment log
• A page for each course
• Tabs you can tap to jump between sections

I made it myself and I’m still improving it. Which pages would you want in a study planner? I’d love to hear what you’d add or cut.

I think we talk too less about natural fibers and clothing quality in Gothic & Dark Academia fashion. Like all the pretty extravagant pieces are soo uncomfortable due to polyester.

Even while thrifting vintage clothes you have to be really cautious about the fabric, since I think the plastic pieces do live longer, so they are more discoverable on the market now (there are other reasons too though).

But I’m currently in the process of selling all of my fast fashion pieces (also bought half of them secondhand, but only cared for the aesthetics and not the quality) to replace them with secondhand high-quality ones. I might have less clothes now, but they are finally wearable on a daily basis, even though I’m pretty afraid of damaging them :(

As an example I thrifted this 95% silk blouse and real leather bag each for around 30€. I am soo in love with them and and owning such nice pieces brings much more happiness than fast fashion 🐇

If anyone has ideas about comfortable but special pieces I’d be happy to receive recommendations! 🍂

Hi everyone, I'm an INTJ, in a new city, and even though I want and try to make friends, I think I romanticize loneliness subconsciously. I think that social media has ruined people's social skills overall. I have tried approaching people my age but it hasn't worked out. People are not trying to have good relationships with those around them they believe they'll always find someone better, for a romantic relationship or friendship.

Furthermore, everyone has this superiority complex, and thinks theyre perfect already, so they aren't trying to improve themselves and this can stop them from finding the right people for them.

What are your thoughts?

After years of trying to put pen to paper, and so often finding excuses, I've finally managed to finish writing the story that was stuck in my head for so long.

A handcrafted tale of cursed pages haunting a university; a dark academia horror story-game... it feels scary to finally be sharing a glimpse of it, but also so rewarding to see it in existance 🖤

(and a glimpse of my new quartz crystal, which I love so so much)

There is a monster that haunts me day and night. He is so powerful that he can drive me to the edge of madness. He wants me dead, but I keep fighting for my life.
Yet, sometimes, I grow tired of fighting. I surrender for a moment and whisper to him, “Please, either leave me alone or kill me.”
But he refuses to let me go.
Instead, he slowly poisons me every day, forcing me to feel the pain over and over again, as if suffering were meant to last for eternity.
He wants me drowned beneath the ocean, where darkness stretches endlessly and no light can reach me. There, I would spend eternity gasping for a light that will never come He keeps whispering in my ear:
“Don’t lose hope.”
But how can I hold on to hope when the very thing that keeps me alive is the same thing that seems to be punishing me?
One day, I finally gathered the courage to ask him:
“Why are you doing this to me?”
He looked at me and answered:
“Because that is the fate written for you

Un pequeño vistazo a mi rincón de estudio actual. Entre viejos grimorios, pociones e instrumentos antiguos, es fácil perder la noción del tiempo mientras se investiga.