I want more dark academia media, but instead of being all polished and elegant it’s just. hungry.
boys in thrifted sweaters combing through old notebooks, trying to find the name of that one source they know they read that would be really helpful for this paper.
girls sitting on the floors of bookshops, longingly staring at first edition copies of texts that they can only dream of having enough money to buy.
friends working in a library study room into the early hours of the morning because if they don’t pass this test their scholarships might get revoked for the next term.
couples spending long weekends together in their tiny shared apartment, rereading their final drafts over and over until the words begin to blur together.
groups of students attending their professor’s office hours, huddled close to one another in the frigid classroom clutching cups of instant coffee mixed with cheap spirits that burn when they go down.
days spent without eating anything but toast and chocolate. restless nights mulling over presentation scripts and procrastinated readings. people who are so worn out, so starving, yet who continue to pursue their academics because that’s just who they are. people who won’t stop craving knowledge until they are six feet under.
