Alistair Wellington has been "alone" a long time. He leans on heroin and a best friend who's growing increasingly distant. He's developed a worse habit than drugs--manipulating men for unreciprocated love. Ivanov Tolstoy doesn't mind being alone, he has been for years and is even more since moving from Russia to the US. He spends his time memorizing books and fixing watches. Acting nihilistic is his specialty, but anyone can see he's a hopeless romantic. What happens when such opposites collide? sorry about the working title, but yeah, this is sorta like The Goldfinch vegas chapters except not repressed and certainly less masterful than Ms Tartt's writing. contributors: jer, judas

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗(ง'̀-'́)ง

Dark Academia quotes, sayings, extracts, books, tumblrs, tweets and more which I love. Highest Rankings: Poem: #24 out of 150K stories [4/3/21] Poem: #11 out of 151K stories [6/3/21] Sayings: #2 out of 2K stories [8/3/21] Quotes: #43 out of 50.3K stories [9/3/21] Sayings: #1 out of 2K stories [15/3/21] Poem: #12 out of 153K stories [8/4/21] Poem: #4 out of 153K stories [14/4/21] Poem: #38 out of 157K stories [25/7/21] Poesia: #12 out of 12.4K stories [9/8/21] Poem: #16 out of 167K stories [7/4/22]

i'm not much of a writer but sometimes i write stuff on those youtube playlist things. someone asked me if i had wattpad so i will just put all the ones i write in this book. i doubt anyone will read this but if you do thank you :)

I absolutely love dark academia and I would love to share it's beauty; here's some aesthetic with dark academia

Hello loves! You may want this aesthetic as much as I do, so I thought I could give you some tips and tricks on what to do. <3

Dark academia/royal core short stories each with links to the playlists that inspired them! He swept me out to the dance floor, placing his hand on the small of my back. I positioned my arm on his shoulder, reluctantly placing my other hand in his. The small skin-to-skin contact made my hand burn up and I felt like fleeing. The music began and we started to twirl around the ballroom. "My father wants you dead, you know." I reminded him. "Is that why you have come tonight?" He chuckled, "killing me will take much more than you, cruel beauty." "I wouldn't underestimate me. You know what happened before." "I certainly remember how it ended." He smirked, and I spun, slamming my heel into his foot, resulting in a stifled grunt. "So cruel." "I won't be so sloppy this time." "No, you won't." He said coolly, "But you aren't the only one with an agenda tonight." -A Dance With Your Enemy (full story inside!)