𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖚𝖘 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖝

“Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly – they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.” ― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

And so it begins. The book club you didn’t know you needed. If you, like me, have been stalking the dark academia tag like a mad man, you might have seen a group chat floating around simply called Dark Academia Book Club run by some weird girl called @lunaisdumb​. Well surprise! That’s me yay! You might also very well not have seen, and in that case. Hello my name is Luna and I run The Brave New Book Club. Anyways this post is the official introduction of our main heroes/the members of the club, and guess what! That could be you, because this is also the advertisement post for our Discord server.

I’ll break down the main points:

Everyone can join!

Each month we all vote on a book to read based on recommendations from our members.

We will provide a free pdf of the book we’re reading.

We have a monthly discussion both in a text chat and a voice chat.

You will not be kicked out if you don’t finish the book on time, so no worries!

And lastly we just want to have fun and share our love for books with everyone, so please join :)))))

Discord Link:

If the burning of the library of Alexandria or of Notre Dame brings you to tears but do not care about the fires started by desperate and grieving protesters demanding justice, you need to reevaluate your priorities.

Today I read about a 17 year old girl who died recently. I didnt recognise her name, but I recognise her face.

I used to work at Subway, and I remember her. She would come in every Friday with her friends and order a tuna sandwich, double cheese and toasted. I knew her order off by heart because it was all she ever ordered, and she would always be very polite. I never knew her name until today.

I haven't seen her since I quit working there, 3 years ago. But I remember her and I remember her voice and her order and how polite she was and how I was always jealous of her hair. Now she will never order another 6 inch tuna sub and that is really upsetting me.

my ideal life is a beautiful mix of dark academia, cottagecore, and witchcraft.

i want to be the small town mystery that can regularly be found at the farmers market of at the local small library and book store. 

i want to fill my home with drying herbs and marble busts.

i want to live on a large farm land with almost perfectly kept gardens. 

i want my home to be a dark cottage on a hill, surrounded by apple trees. 

i want towns people to come to me when they are sick so i can help heal them with my herbalist methods. 

i want to spend my time every morning making homemade rosemary bread and flavored honey to share with my neighbors. 

i want to live a sustainable and low waste life so that the earth is just that tiny bit happier.

i want to take and old book in french and read it while sitting inside my garden.

i want to own a small ivy covered cafe with gold accents littering the walls.

i want to wake up to fog outside my house that gently envelops my gardens.

i want to have a close knit group of friends that are wild and slightly pretentious.

i want to preform rituals and make eco-friendly blessing baskets.

i want to fall in love and stay in love till i end.

i want to loudly listen to Frederic Chopin and waltz with my parter while the sun is rising. 

i want to frequent museums and large art galleries.

i want to publish poetry under a fake name in another language.

i want to live in England and travel around the world, i want to experience the cultures that fascinate me.

i want to go star gazing with my friends while drinking tea and wine and have philosophical debates.

i want to have picnics at night next to a secret body of water in the woods and skinny dip while the full moon beams down from directly above me.

i want my children to pass along my legacy.

i want to live long and peacefully pass away to dance with the stars.