deadlypoetacademia
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i read, daydream, try to be funny and get depressed on small things
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deadlypoetacademia · 6 days ago
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“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”
- Sylvia Plath
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deadlypoetacademia · 11 days ago
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Grateful for 2024, hopeful for 2025
I wish this year everyone heals from something they do not talk about. To be honest, I am scared to start this new year. 2024 was quite an adventure, a roller coaster of emotions, a year of ups and downs, a year where I lost and learned, yet found so many good people. I am scared for the new life that will begin this year. I just wish to find strength to start all those beginnings with ambition and end up the existing ones with lots of memories. Dear God, this year let me find happiness, the true, real and raw happiness. 2025 please be good. There are lots, lots and lots of hope from you.
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deadlypoetacademia · 12 days ago
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new year, new me.....
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deadlypoetacademia · 12 days ago
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Happy New Year🎉
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deadlypoetacademia · 17 days ago
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deadlypoetacademia · 30 days ago
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Hey! (With the intention of banging my head in the wall because wtf is actually going onnnn?)
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deadlypoetacademia · 1 month ago
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December. The month when things get sad again for no reason. When the sky is dark and life's scary, when the hopes of january are mixed with the reality of december, it's hurting and nostalgic and loud with such painful silence that is now getting difficult to bear.
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deadlypoetacademia · 1 month ago
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december 3rd.
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deadlypoetacademia · 2 months ago
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What am I? Just a paradox. I am insecure to the point I hate myself but I do love myself to the point of insanity, I can talk till sunrise one day and won't even speak about anything the other, one moment I am laughing like a mad person, next, I am crying without any reason. Something between a hopeless romantic and a strong independent woman. This is what I am. Just a paradox.
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deadlypoetacademia · 2 months ago
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Once, there was a phase when I was sad for no reason, angry for no reason, mean for no reason, hurting for no reason. I desired to be understood, to be seen, to be known. I realised, I was sad because of the things I desire, from the things I imagined, from the things I expected. Then, I freed myself from my fairytale, and now I am free.
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deadlypoetacademia · 2 months ago
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deadlypoetacademia · 3 months ago
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And one day you are 21, you no longer hate the people you used to, you forgive them for all the pain they gave you, because now, people around you gave you so much love, now you are free. And life, life feels easy.
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deadlypoetacademia · 3 months ago
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Every, " I can do it myself" girl needs an "I know, but let me do it for you" man.
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deadlypoetacademia · 3 months ago
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Just because, "August slipped away into a moment of time, cause it was never mine." Doesn't mean that it can't be, "We fell in love in October."
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deadlypoetacademia · 3 months ago
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its october, its autumn for some fall for others, its cozy blankets with colourful socks, its dark academia books and libraries, its scented candles and vintage aesthetic, its hot coffee and poetry, its dry leaves turned into most beautiful shade of brown.
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deadlypoetacademia · 4 months ago
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I don't know about soulmates but I just wish everyone had that one person in their lives in front of whom they can be vulnerable. In front of whom, they never have to fake their emotions, they never have to think before speaking, never have that fear of being judged. Just to yap about random things, to have that comfortable silence with, I wish everyone had someone and no one feels alone.
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deadlypoetacademia · 4 months ago
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bitches will see the words grief loneliness melancholy yearning nostalgia hope tiramisu and hit reblog
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