Studying with poets long gone - A DARK ACADEMIA PLAYLIST (classical) 

I’m overwhelmed by all the positive feedback and love this playlist is getting! 🤍 Thank you all so much for listening, it truly means a lot!

I feel like Benedict Cumberbatch just realised something and he's running to the train station

listening to this playlist made me remember when I was a child and I started to read all the books in my house. Reading feels like this

This makes me want to spend hours in the library, reading about everything and getting smarter, feeling the heat of a nice tea on a rainy day.

My favorite part of these playlists is always the comment section. It has NEVER disappointed me; always filled with lovely people striving to achieve their goals and just get through the tough days. Keep it up y'all

Right now, there are people all over the world who are just like you. They're either lonely, they're missing somebody, they're depressed, they're hurt, they're scarred from the past, they're having personal issues no one knows about, they have secrets you wouldn't believe. They wish, they dream and they hope. And right now, they are sitting here reading these words, and I'm writing this for you so you don't feel alone anymore. Always remember, don't be depressed about the past, don't worry about the future, and just focus on today. If today's not so great don't worry! Tomorrow's a new chance. If you are reading this, be sure to share this around to make others feel better. Have a nice day! ^^

I was trying to find some lofis to calm myself down cause of a stressful situation but then I found this. I decided to lay down and stare at the ceiling for about 10 minutes then imagined myself having another life as a detective having to solve so much problems without getting affected by their own feelings and emotions and solve them all logically. Thank you, this really gave me another perspective.🌟

Crazy how everyone is at different parts of their life but what's connecting us rn is this song

"When you are happy you like the music, when you are sad you understand the lyrics." Wise and true words

pro-tip: -play this video in one tab -play any combination of coffee shop sounds, rain sounds, fireplace sounds, or thunderstorm sounds in another tab at a lower volume to create the listening environment of your dreams (i personally recommend "rain and thunderstorm sounds" by the guild of ambience) -get a warm cup of your favorite beverage, mine is black tea -happy listening

I'm literally so happy that I've matured enough to see how beautiful classical music is

Senario for the music: I walked through the rows of bookshelves, leaving the beautiful library and making my way into the garden. The fairylights lit the area. The white statues seemed to dance as I walked around in different angles to the willow tree close by. I had brought a blanket and my fantasy book, along with a picnic basket. The skirt of my soft brown dress flowed into a circle around my waist as I sat on the fuzzy fabric. My head rested against the trunk as I opened the book. It started with a poem. The next page was the intro to a new fantasy world. To a new daydream. To a new home. I suddenly had wings, a crown on my head, jewelry of magic, and I was one of magical royalty. Reality faded. This was my reality now. Even if it was only for a couple hours

I just remembered why I had stopped listening to playlists like this. The moment of having to take the headphones off and go back to the life outside my room hurt too much. But now I feel like meeting with a long lost friend again and I don't want him to leave so quick 🎶

Currently Stationed in Japan as a US Marine. Took a vacation to Fukuoka. Right now, it’s 4am, and I’m sitting on my balcony looking at the city and vibing to this. Finally, things feel right in my life.

To everyone who's studying with this music: Checklist: • A bottle of water, at least 1liter. Your brain works better if it has enough water and drinking helps you to concentrate💧 • Your charger. You sometimes don't even notice that your device's battery is going down, so better have it plugged in all the time🔋 • Your headphones. You will be able to focus more with headphones, because it blocks background noises. Also, if it's a late night study session, you won't wake up anyone🎧 • a tea or coffee. Coffee keeps you awake, green or black tea can make you feel more awake as well.☕ • Your study/work stuff: your laptop/tablet/phone , a few pens, paper or whatever you need.⌨️ •Anything else you could need, what about a heat pad, a blanket, a good lamp, your pet so you have a study buddy 🐈 Reminder: After an hour, you should stand up and walk a bit around. Better stop the music or put on different music for the break. Open your window, even if it's cold outside. Fresh air will make it better, trust me. You could also lay your head down on your desk for ten minutes and listen to a podcast. Or, if you have to read a book, listen to the audiobook of it. You can also listen to the audiobook while doing another thing, that's even better than listening to music while reading the book. 📖 I hope y'all had a good day, if not, that's okay too. Remember to take care of yourself and try to get some sleep tonight 😴🧸

~+_Full Timestamps_~+ 00:00 - Dismantle (Peter Sandberg) 01:48 - Declaration (Johannes Bornlōf) 05:29 - Dark Taupe (Arden Forest) 08:02 - African Violet (Arden Forest) 10:34 - In a Bar in Buenos Aires (Franz Gordon) 13:17 - Nocturnal Waltz (Johannes Bornlōf) (one of my favorites!) 15:21 - Nocturnal Daydream (Franz Gordon) 18:43 - Kobicha (Arden Forest) 21:16 - Ava (Kaspar Schill) 24:01 - The Art Teacher (Franz Gordon) 27:30 - The Crossing (Gavin Luke) 30:39 - Off All Things (David Celeste) 33:06 - The Crossing (Gavin Luke) 36:14 - The Rose And The Thorn (Johannes Bornlōf) ✨Repeat (the first half of timestamps are also in the description, which i copied) 41:59 - Dismantle (Peter Sandberg) 43:48 - Declaration (Johannes Bornlōf) 47:29 - Dark Taupe (Arden Forest) 50:01 - African Violet (Arden Forest) 52:34 - In a Bar in Buenos Aires (Franz Gordon) 55:16 - Nocturnal Waltz (Johannes Bornlōf) 57:21 - Nocturnal Daydream (Franz Gordon) 1:00:43 - Kobicha (Arden Forest) 1:03:15 - Ava (Kaspar Schill) 1:06:00 - The Art Teacher (Franz Gordon) 1:09:29 - The Crossing (Gavin Luke) 1:12:38 - Off All Things (David Celeste) 1:15:05 - The Crossing (Gavin Luke) 1:18:14 - The Rose And The Thorn (Johannes Bornlōf) remember to drink water, and enjoy!

For all my art lovers... By the Styx , I sat Beneath a sky of lies I see the black carriage As black as winter nights I ran , ran My dress billowing Everything came , halt A silhouette waved Invited me Converse with mystery This man , a nobody Aren't we all Centuries pass I see the pale moon It stops , I exit "Who are you ? " ' I am Death my love '

I stared into the aged eyes of the man. "What a shame..." He started, then sat down. "To be so young, yet not know what love is." "I do!" I said, appalled. "Love is when they care for me, or when they stay by my side when I'm sick. Or when-" "My dear, that's _admiration_ which is quite different from love." "Alright, then. What _is_ love?" I crossed my arms. "Love is when someone asks, 'Do you love them', and only one person comes to mind, without a name. Love is when their beauty is no longer important; when admiration becomes inspiration. It's what gets you through your day." He leaned forward, and with interest, he asked me the question he asked earlier. "Do you love them?"

POV: my heart fluttered as my fingers smoothly played across the piano, every touch creating a sound which we once called music. Every tile, every piece I play, every song I write, I only continue to wish for you to have been the one I was touching. Running my fingers through your hair, touching your back, soothing you of any stress you’ve been through, anything. I would’ve done anything for just one hug from you. But then again I remember you’re not real and this is just a melody.

Comment section has always been the best part, feel like I can meet my soul family here. Guys, your words really impact on others, in a wonderful way that I couldn't explain. Such a grateful to find this playlist. Thank you so much Helen 🤍 WIshing you all a lovely day

all people who listen to classical music are such lovely souls. I wish all of you, wonderful people, the best of luck in whatever you are striving for.

I wish everyone who clicked on this video the most love, peace and abundance. You’re so much closer than you realize. I love you ♥️.

I'm usually not a huge fan of calm piano music, but I just decided to give it a try while doing some studying and I was surprised what an effect it had! It was certainly relaxing, the songs are really beautiful, and it also kept me going in a way! I love the idea of an ambient mix set in the forest. Undisturbed nature, the smell of earth and fir, quiet and a little mysterious... 🌲 I'm not sure if that still fits the dark academia theme, but I'd certainly like it. 😊

2 A.M. Working on video project. Beautiful music.

I live in England and I can imagine my great great auntie called Lillian and her sister, Rosie painting away, laughing together listening to the hooves from the horses coming from outside and the rain plummeting on the cloudy windows. The smell of nettle soup fills the air and fresh bread. I now think of my great auntie, Gloria and Diana and my grandmother Jaqueline and their brothers, Clive, Norman and Brian. They are all in their small shared bedroom reading magazines and laughing and teasing each other whilst ( almost as if the rain is back to accompany another generation) , plummets on those same cloudy windows in the heart of London

"Please, don't go, don't shut me off." She whispered, full of despair. Rain drops were falling across the face, through her hair and clothes. But it hadn't bother her as much as tears in his eyes. "It'll be better if I disappear." He looked at the girl, woman actually, who have woken feelings he didn't even know he had. "For who? Because not for me, that's for sure." Her voice uncontrolably started to shake. She tried to catch his hand to make him change his mind. He knew that any contact - by only looking at each other, what if they touched. No, he had to do what was right for her, even if firstly it causes such a damage. She wanted to fight for both of them but he knew he had been lost since the beggining, otherwise than her. Worthy of what's the best, part of place he wasn't part of. "I'm not worthy, please, don't make it more difficult than it already is." "No, don't you even try to change my mind. You're coming with me, I won't leave you." "But I do, I'm sorry. I love you. One day, I hope you understand." "No!" She was almost screaming but because of crying her voice sounded almost terrifying, like from deepest place of ocean. She was drowning. Because of what he allowed to happen between them. "Please, turn the page. It was the best of times, I couldn't imagine better reader than you. Don't worry, I won't forget you. But please, don't come back." He said slightly and comforting, like he always did when she felt insecure, not well enough. She knew that this moment was coming since the beggining. She took the risk anyway and now it was time to pay for it. She took a deep breath and for the last time looked at him. He was perfect in his imperfection. "Goodbye. I love you too." "Promise you are not going to come back." "I promise." She crossed her fingers so he did that too. The page had been turned. She kissed cover of the book gently. And then, she opened it again. She knew she promised, but he was her addiction, her drug she couldn't live without. She couldn't get enough of him, she didn't want to.

romanticizing my life while studying and petting my cat while this plays is heaven

I listen to this every day when I do Homework to try a romanticize it. Definitely lifts the mood and makes it feel like I'm studying in an old library.

POV: You stand in a bright, lush green field, its beautiful, but you don't feel joy. Instead you are filled with a hopeless feeling of grief. You try to look at the headstone through the thick tears that refuse to fall. The gravestones stood tall and proud in a line like the soldiers that lay underneath used to. I finally gain the courage to reach out and brush my hand against the rough moss laden stone. I took a knee and all my emotion fell with me. I felt in my soul that he was reaching back towards me. You close your eyes let yourself just... feel. All the emotions burst through you like how the bullets burst through the one you couldn't accept to lose. Suddenly a warm embrace wrapped around your body. As I stood in that field full of courage and grief hugging you, I whispered in your ear, "He's gone, you can't change the past, but you can shape your future." As I let go and started walking back, you stand a while longer, frozen with your head hung low. Slowly you begin to look up and hold your head high. You raise your arm to give one final salute, as a single tear rolls down your cheek.

POV: You wanted to feel alive The lingering sound of whispers in the rain kept me awake, I was physically there in my bedroom, my eyes wandering to find the moon that hid somewhere in the clouds on that rainy night. My mind was somewhere else, it was in the eyes of a deep blue sea that raged across the South, it was dehydrated in a wildly hot desert where all you could see was miles and miles of sand, it somewhere and everywhere, picturing scenarios and dancing across the plains, how I wished to feel alive, how I wished to feel more than just being there, how I wished that there was curiosity and the want to be alive, physically and mentally. Only wild dreams and imaginations kept me awake, only peace was found in there, a mind of wonder and a mind of despair, perhaps it wasn’t the misfortune that I went through as a child, perhaps it wasn’t the loneliness that entered my soul when everyone left, perhaps it wasn’t because i preferred to convince everyone I was mute by my silence and perhaps it wasn’t my ignorance that led me to a terrible fire that could’ve been stopped if it wasn’t for the absence of my soul that left my body that afternoon, and i kept wondering to myself, ‘What have I done so terribly in my life to deserve such pain from a young age. What misery, what damage have I caused to be so unlucky and misfortune…’ Yet at that time of age, I was 17, going to 18 and the only thing in my mind was a sense of dark humour that I shared to nobody but my cat, Avery and my hamster, Jeffery. Avery and Jeffery were two of a kind, it would be weird to say, ‘as if they understood me’ but who is there to judge me if no one really acknowledges my presence. This is not a story with a happy ending where I get accepted into society, this is not a story of someone finding me similar to them, this is not a story where I have a happily ever after because in my experience, not every life has a happy after, especially not this one. In this big world, the only person you can rely on is yourself, because you are the only person that will be with u, every step of the way.

I don’t remember who’s quote this is but it’s quite beautiful. “Live as if you will die tomorrow and learn as if you were to live forever”. Wish I would’ve heard that earlier but it doesn’t mean I can’t start now.

Studying the decadent movement in the middle of the night, under the lights of some candles and this playlist in the background was probably the best choise of my life as a student

He looked out the large library window, the raindrops sliding silently down the misted glass, like cold tears on frozen cheeks. His face paled in front of the power of the storm, of the grayness of the clouds that slowly conquered the sky. A flash lit up the dark space of the library where he lay, alone, with only a book on the mahogany desk to keep him company. Everything about that place screamed wisdom and hoar, as if every single plank of wood, every shelf and dusty book possessed infinite knowledge, keepers of secrets as old as the world. He was just yet another passing soul, a body animated by unspeakable passions and empty terrors that had been hunting him for a long time now. The floor creaked under the soles of his shoes, like mocking laughter or noises of heated compassion. What was he doing there, plunged into the middle of that sacred place, while in his veins the confusion of an unknown past and the fear of an uncertain future merged into a single swirling flow? The turmoil of his heart had brought him there, that was it: sweet notes of a piano hovered in the distance, comforting that exhausted body and those rioting emotions. His blood-red lips parted in defeat, his clouded eyes closed for relief. He was so demeaning, living a life of lack. A soul in pain in constant search for places never seen before, people never met, tastes never tried. A cursed overeacher, destined for the addiction of unspoken words and never filled gaps. He hoped that at least there, in the library, he could find what he was looking for, what had long ago been denied him, starting that whirlwind of hunger and discontent, breaking his bones and melting his joints. Sprawled in that chair, abandoned in a martyr's pose, a light breeze brushed his forehead. He opened his eyes, and the woman smiled at him candidly, ethereal and immortal in the night-colored sweater. Her long brown hair hung limp along her face, her large crystalline green eyes peering at him with amused, tender curiosity. She kept her legs crossed, sitting with composure on the desk, in the benevolent and accustomed rigor of a ruler. Her long, tapered-fingered hands were joined and resting on her knees as her back stretched forward, bending over him. He said nothing: the mere realization that what was happening was real was enough to steal every word from his mouth. He just admired every inch of her body, drawing the contours of her being with eager disbelief. She hadn't aged a day since they'd last seen each other. Her own pristine beauty sprinkled her skin, her movements and her thoughts. The piano continued to play in some remote corner of the library. He let her gently caress his face as the surprise made way for the exaltation and, slowly, for the realization. A kind of happy despair took control of his limbs. He lifted her arm and squeezed her wrist, smiling back at her with calm awe. The woman brushed a lock of hair from her face and spoke slowly, pronouncing her words with innate sweetness. "What are you looking for, here?" "I'm looking for you," he promptly replied, his mouth dry and his eyes dripping with tears. Her smile widened, taking on a melancholy and regretful turn. "You know you will never get what you hope to achieve." "I don't care," he said then, "as long as I'm with you." She withdrew her hand, slipping silently out of his grasp. "I can't give you what you want," she whispered, stepping off the desk and standing in front of him. The notes of the piano followed one another at an increasingly slower rhythm, becoming less loud, as if the distance between the instrument and its listeners was rapidly increasing. The power of their ancient love struck him so violently that it left him breathless. He sighed loudly. They didn't have much time. They never had. "Please," he found himself praying, "tell me what to do and I'll do it." The woman studied him for a few seconds, then she moved towards and hugged him. The candles that filled the room with a dull, gloomy light went out abruptly. Only the notes of the piano remained to accompany them in the dark. He clung to her with all his strength as he felt her vanish, dust and memory in his arms. He could now see a flowery meadow in the distance, the sun setting on the horizon, the same field where he had fallen asleep a few hours earlier. Maybe he would never go back to that library. He felt the horror in his body, the pain take possession of his limbs. Was this really his condemnation, never being able to have her by his side again except in fleeting dreams? A life destined for useless research? The library disappeared in a whisper around him. He could still feel her beside him, the warmth of what she had been lingering in the light of his memories. "There's only one thing you can do for me," she explained, her words a mixture of sorrow and absolute. "You can live, because there is no contrast between dream and life, but there is a terrible one between dream and death." He sobbed, feeling her grip grow more indefinite. "Only then will you find what you are truly looking for. Peace lies at the end of your journey, and you have a long one still ahead." She laughed, that crystalline laugh that had made him wake up every morning for so long. As he opened his eyes to the real world, far from the expanse of dreams and memories he had been in, her words rang out once more. "When the time comes, you will tell me about the wonders you have seen." He jumped up, the wind drying his tears. It was a new night, the Milky Way silently observed him from the distance. He ran a hand through his hair, his heart slowly stopping racing. The infinite before him waited. He closed his eyes. "Until we meet again."

These songs make me miss something I've never had and I feel like crying because I can only listen and dream about it, I cannot live in it and it's depressing. I wish I could go there whenever I want... In the world of music...it would be so much better.

this playlist is criminally underrated

I don't know why but this playlist makes me think of my younger foolish days but happy self and as if there were another universe out there where my dreams actually came true as a child and had a perfect life. It also makes me imagine of another situation where you sit next to your loved one (romantic, platonic, family, just one you care about.) and snuggle a blanket with them in front of this beautiful window while it's raining and you recall memories together and slowly close your eyes and rest. This playlist is like a combination of care, calm, worry, nostalgia all at once.

Loving someone you can't have is difficult and condensing all the pain sometimes is difficult too. This playlist makes it a bit easier

Believe it or not, I'm painting the inside of chapel while being mesmerise by every note of 'poets long gone'.

bruh, i've tried so many other classical playlists but this is a rival to none! Hands down my favorite and I keep coming back to it

Literally to the 1% who’s reading this, God bless you, and may your dreams come true, stay safe and have a wonderful day ❤❤❤

oh how i wish to live a life where this music was the theme

The room was filled with the smell of vanilla and old books. The room was as elegant as a princess would be for a masquerade. The piano was on a side. The coffee was ready on the coffee table , also there laid my books of old language and literature. Jane Austen has been the most recent author in my library. Her books and words could easily be taken the reader to place where you shift your realities. Just me and me . No one else made a sound or it would be the wind. I look outside my window, to see the lake glistening with sunshine. The hills near the lake were freshly washed off , which gave them a new shine , which is called something I've never know about . No one but my books, piano , coffee , my old Porche. I finally found inner peace and love. Of my self . (A/n : Jesus. I've never written on RU-vid but this is what I wanna be , sick )

I'm currently dying so thank you for soothing my pain with this playlist. God bless you all

Dismantle is my favourite song such a unique and gorgeous masterpiece

this is one of the best playlists ive EVER heard omg im reading anna karenina to this and IT FITS SO PERFECTLY AHH

after hearing this I just wanna curl up and sleep in a giant library, surrounded by books. thank you.

Can't imagine my life if Dark Academia didn't exist ❤️

"Declaration" has a place in my mind forever.

This music makes me feel like i am in a different era and dimension where there is no social media pressure and anxiety and depression. Only calmness and inner peace. Thank you for sharing.

this is literally the best playlist I've heard ever

"Even when my body will be one with the earth and my mind and soul will be one with the universe, I'll still love with every part of my being"

He looked put of the window where icy fingerprints formed amist the blinking of eyne. His russet eyes locked up with mine "Oh Damsel, time is a limited commodity which vast fortunes cannot afford. Behold Thyself. Thou got more to live for." His eyes still fixed in hers despite the fact death was infront of him. The terror took her voice, frozen.. paralyzed.. Saline tears managed to escape her eye yet no words. ...she was at loss of words.. Unaware, Unsure, Wrapped in fear. His face arched a subtle curve, she rushed but it was all dust. ~the sound of death

"You know those tunes'll only make you feel shittier, 'ey?", Dorian told Ann. "Those violin and piano pieces grab you by the sorrows and pull you in, and convince you that melancholy is akin to something like a sweet ice cream flavour. But you're really only digging deeper valleys in the mood of the mind. You do know that, right?" Ann cracked the still expression on her face with a reserved smile as her eyes gradually moved from the border where the rain no longer touched the cobblestone. The water would instead clatter down on the thatch overhang above the two. She turned down the volume on her speakers, and a softer sound proceeded to tug at her heartstrings through the clamour of the surrounding downpour. "I've been thinking about that- Reflecting on it, actually. When was the last time I came to you to complain?" Dorian blinked and his eyes darted around momentarily, implying a rush of thoughts on carefully chosen words. "I wouldn't say you complain a lot-" "I never claimed to complain a lot." Words were chosen poorly after all. "I-... guess that would have been yesterday? We were cycling from campus to Sab's room for drinks and dinner, and you-... You didn't really say anything during the ride. You replied to me, you did. But with each response there was a certain... unease to the prospect of having to utter another sentence. When a traffic light went from red to green you sighed as you got moving again. I thought something happened, but we were going to have a fun eve and I didn't want to-" "Nothing happened." Ann surprised Door when her eyes met his. Her whole face implied an approaching breaking point. Lips strained as she kept up a smile, tension emanating from the slight quiver in her lower jaw; Everything about her prophesied the coming of sorrow-salted drops, but to his silent amazement, there were none. "I have reflected on the past week and on why without anything in particular ticking me off, I have felt... like this." Her eyes went from Dorian to the rain drops falling outside the sheltering firmament, with the continuous movement of her eyes implying she was trying to count them all as they fell past her gaze. "And then I reflected on the weeks before this one. And then on the months. On the past 10 years or so, maybe even? At some point, you go back a stretch of time where you manage to pinpoint some big events and say: 'Yes, that hurt a lót. That must have made quite a dent in my dome at the time!' But then you think smaller again. What happened last month? What made that dent? What caused the dent last week? Why is there nothing to blame for the shame and guilt and unease that I felt ever since I woke up today-" A crack in her voice, Dorian probably noticed it too. Doesn't matter. Ann swallowed away her broken voice and proceeded with fresh composure. "And as I thought and recounted and contextualised... I started to realise that it's not about the occasional lows in life that I remember as being shitty things. It's not a riff or bridge that ruins a song for me, it's a bad baseline. At some point, all the scapegoats for misery have left your life, and you have the luxury of going on uninhibited and everyone gets to tell you that you are in fact yourself responsible now for your misery. Which is an amazing thing to be able to fall back on: Ann, you're the biggest shit in your life! Congratulations!" Having heard way too much all at once, Dorian, in an attempt to break the streak of words, just sat down next to Ann and pulled her head into the space of his neck and shoulder. Her head now fallen next to his, she shifted her face towards his troubled eyes. "I think I passed the point of reinventing sadness for myself, Dor. It's the bad baseline. It's the things to look forward to being tainted by the knowledge that you'll have to get home again. And home is rooted firmly within the baseline." She shifted her head again and Dorian noticed she was clearly looking at the speakers, still softly accompanying the music of the rain. "Songs like this don't dig the baseline deeper, they give it something more material. And I don't feel worse listening to them." A sad chuckle escaped her lips. "I don't feel better either I'll admit, or even understood. I did use to say that, when I was younger. But right now-... I guess these notes help me reconnect to a time where I thought I actually could translate myself into music. Just to place myself in my own smaller shoes again, and think once more that it will all pass at some point soon." Dorian felt her head shift once more, but as her face once again turned to touch the skin on his neck, he could now feel a small spot of wetness where his neck was closest to her eye. She then hemmed for a moment as she closed her eyes with a more honest smile on her face now. "I can hear your heartbeat through your neck." She felt the sound of rain and music fall away as involuntarily her tired mind started focusing on the rhythm of his heart. "Thank you."

I like how the songs just mold into one another creating a smooth transition between the songs like there's no pause or cut. most playlists don't do that. thank you for making this playlist!

I always wanted to took creative writing and poetry. I took a 2 yr course about the arts and design, my classmates me feel happy yet the haunting thought disrupted me "can I even write a book?" "Can i make well constructed scripts?" I experienced theatre acting, singing, drawing, photography; it was all about arts. It was about trying different things out of our comfort zone. Even if it wasnt your forte In the end, i took a medicine-related course. I love what I do, but still, there a lot of what ifs. "What if I took creative writing? no, my parents wont really support and pay for it. This is a wise choice. It's not like I can write poetry everyday" Maybe, maybe someday i'll write. I'll be creative. I'll risk everything to get what I want. If we think about it, there's a lot of dreams we couldnt get because we only have two hands and a mind. Time is ticking, pick what you love. Even if it's too late. 3 yrs from now, ill be taking that course i wanted or be a director or a photographer. Passion is what makes us thrive. We can be interested in so many things. Poetry is truly a form of art. Thankyou, dead poets society. I love that film a lot it hurts

I always listen to this playlist while reading "they both die at the end" it fits together so nicely

pov: you're a dancer and imagine all the movements and choreography you can do with this playlist

I've always wished,life had soundtracks like a long movie. The winter nights, long walks, rainy days, late readings.. early mornings, open waters, unending fields. moments you want to keep holding on to it, wouldn't it be great if it had a background music?.. I wonder..

i turn this on, and suddenly, the streetlamps and the rain-slicked pavement and the dreary fog are a compliment to the music instead of just some crappy weather.

To everyone enjoying this playlist, this picture, this vibe.... You are not alone.... I love you 💗

reading The Secret History while this is playing is another experience entirely. Thank you !

I’m not so sure about my aesthetic but I’ve been loving dark academia and royalcore playlists sooo much. I’ve never had much of the focus to read or write a book but this suddenly makes me want to, hopefully I’ll be able to do it one day. It’s very calming for me and I needed this a lot…thank you

This feels like finding an old and forgotten but beautiful castle and exploring the many giant rooms and finding a libary filled with ancient books and reading them all 🤍

I feel like I’m in a movie while studying. Thank you✨

I am going through a very difficult point in my relationship in my marriage, only few days left for a very decisive and hard medical exam, feeling lonely and I haven’t had a true hug for more than 2 years but magically this makes me just smile and feel calm, safe and secure. so thank you.

This is so calming and stress-free. I was looking for a playlist to begin writing essays with and gosh . . . this is beautiful. The music just helped me to deliver everything I wanted to write onto the page without hesitation. I can see myself coming here for further English essays coming up in the year. Thank you very much :)

Being awake at night is such a peace i can finally breathe normally Its just better because the whole world is sleeping while ur awake

This is so beautiful. To be honest I was hesitant to try listening to dark academia, but I decided to give it shot. It gives me those "you're the main character of your own story" kind of vibe, its calming but there's energy coming from the music. I'm glad I found out about dark academia and I wish I discovered it sooner. I hope everyone is having a good day, and if not I hope this playlist helps you out.

kk imma need a 24hr one for my new life's aesthetic you have just enhanced. I feel like I need to run everywhere in slow motion with a Teuta Matoshi dress... I feel like Im running late for classes at university and just dropped all my books in front of an aloof and handsome stranger who is well versed in poetry. I feel like I was invited to my nemesis' ball and decided to escape to the observatory or the 3 story library because I couldnt handle the hypocrisy. I feel like I'm walking through the hill-country in a tan, high-collared, ankle-length-dress, with a brown vest and lace-up boots.... Yeah.

It’s amazing how one song or music make ppl feel so different, they picture something personal, something from their own world they live in. That’s a power of music. Everyone is free in their imaginations listening the same music… that is why I love when there is no specific video to it.

Does anyone feel as if they have never felt satisfied with themselves… not until listening to this. It’s like a key has been clicked into place, and has unlocked your deepest desires. It has exposed every secret and lie you’ve ever told. Despite feeling so powerless against your own nature, you truly feel yourself for the first time in your life.

"The Rose and the Thorn" has a special room in my heart; and the fact that "Dismantle" and "Declaration" were next in this playlist, made my heart so happy. Johannes Bornlof and Peter Sandberg are two of my favorite pianists. Thank you for this playlist! 😍🥰

I'd like to imagine I'm a ghost, drifting aimlessly through my abandoned mansion. With each room I pass comes a memory of the time I spent when I was alive, time spent with my loved ones and dear friends. Recounting the way the world looked through the old windows, seeing the seasons change and the life outside changing along with them. Trailing my fingers over dusty tomes in a neglected library, my thoughts drifting to far away places and worlds I could only imagine in my youth. Wishing to once again be able to read them, only to have the pages crumble under my touch. Visiting with the spiders who've made home to every crevice and corner, draping the walls with silver curtains. Waltzing in an overgrown garden, the window glass once protection against the rain and snow overhead long gone. Creeping ivy adorning not only the walls of my home, but hanging off of garden trellises and scattered shards of pottery decorate the garden path. The sun has set and the house feels more cold than ever, mournfully I light the candles in the windows, they flicker and glow giving me a sense of nostalgia for fall evenings and warm drinks. I phase through the double doors of the parlour to greet an old friend, her sheen gone and lacquer cracking and peeling from years of disuse and care. My dear piano, hours long spent admiring those keys and the soft sweet melodies we would make together. For this evening I will feel alive once again, playing songs that will breathe life back into these empty halls. For an audience I haven't seen in decades. Just for tonight, let us remember fondly days of the past.

This playlist helped me study, clean, start writing a story, and finally go to sleep. I love it. Thank you for making it! It includes a lot of songs I love.

When I was reading the book Song of Achilles I listened to this playlist and I can tell you it made the experience a hundred times better and way more emotional. Thank you for this

11:08 i have several essays due by tonight. But all of a sudden it doesn’t matter. I feel alive, like I’m actually living and breathing, not just some puppet, doing the same thing- again and again. This playlist made me feel something special, as I panic of some random project that’s due. I feel like everything will work out. I may be young, but i havent felt this calm in a while. Thanks for this playlist! I felt really good listening to this.

as my hands moved slowly across the page; admiring the ocean of words written down on a sheet of paper;i thought of how marvelous the feeling of reading was.everything blocks out as you read word after word;the book swollowing you whole and leading you to what feels like a new world.no matter if you yourself are the main character; or simply the the invisible audience in a book; it still feels as if your somewhere else.might that be your in a jungle; or on a boat.reading takes all yoyr worries; all your stresses.and all your pain away.now you might think to yourself "whats the joy of reading a book if i cant or dont like reading?".Well you see; thats best part.having someone read it to you; or even better; creating your own stories; you might not want to be in any of the scenarios a book creates; so thats why its so amazing to make your own.you dont have to publish it or write it down, you can simply let your imagination run wild.might you be flying in the air in your mind; or eating a warm bowl of porridge. your mind is the creator of all your ideas and strengths; and maybe your weaknesses.but it wont matter in the end. because either way you get to enjoy your own world full of literuture -L

listening to this whilst studying gothic architecture hits different

If you are reading this...Remember when you thought you would never get through some stuff! And... Look at you, you are here, you ARE ALIVE, you made it! You are so much stronger that you think you are! Everything will be fine, you deserve to live life fully and to gain stability, peace, and happiness. 🌹 You are already moving in that direction! Love and blessings from my heart to yours 🌹

Pretty sure this playlist single-handedly got me through 3rd year of uni and now its taking me through the last. Best collection ever, and i've sifted through many Dark Academia playlists.

how is this not already blown up????? this playlist is literally immaculate:)))

within the first second i knew this was going to be utterly gorgeous. thank you. pieces like these are illuminating candle flames to our truest reflection. i cant describe how it feels when i listen to this, its unfathomable

I love how music transports me to a different dimension. When I’m stressed or bored I just play a playlist like this and everything starts to make sense again. It lets me escape from reality and I couldn’t be more grateful for it

I just want to put this out in the world because that's how music works. Two years ago my pop died and ive been fighting for years against generational hardships, i lost most of my family members for those years. My gran is about to die of cancer, my long time gf who i wanted to have children with broke up with me. I have synesthesia, percepting color when hearing music or reading words but it was lost for so long during that time. When i heard the first song by Peter, it was bright blue! Like baby blue blankets under the afternoon sunlight. Years, everyone! It was colorless but its back for whatever reason when i browsed, i found it again. Thanks universe.

Recommendation to anyone who reads this; play this underneath listening to Shakespeare's sonnets. It is a whole EXPERIENCE.

I just love how this playlist features lesser known music, unlike those others that use mainstream classical music. In this way, I can discover some hidden gems. Thank you for the playlist! I love your mind lol

dear God.... the last composition... i have no words this is pure joy

I studied economics for hours with this playlist that day. Then it was nearly 00.00. I was waiting the bus to get home. Still listening to the playlist. I questioned my life, my existence. Everything around me. Then I decided: everything is for nothing.

I want to experience this, the music, the vibe, the era...for only a day is all I ask. I want to run into freedom, ride horses, and just be loved. It is stupid I know but one can only wish that while facing dreadful realities.

I listen to this playlist while studying latin and ancient greek, and it makes me feel like I'm some student in a college in late 1800

Music has the power to activate emotional reaction , it can elevate or keep you down , choose your music and sound wisely ✨

This playlist is amazing. I feel so much inner peace while doing my assignments. And my imagination just go wild and free. I feel so light and happy

Can we all just appreciate how this beautiful playlist has no ads :")

imagine you're in harry potter world, maybe you were just dancing w ur fav character or u just doing hw in the lib alone or maybe ur w mione.

I know a lot of people get ideas for writing from this. But this gives me the urge to create something. To make a piece of artwork that shows beauty and pain. That shows how I feel deep down :)

I just found you... I'm so incredibly moved by this music... it's just what I need....Thank you.

tho i am not found by reading normal books at all, it all seems the same to me, stories and way too many words. Writing thing myself never made me tierd, espically poetry or my own little stories and fantasies. I could spend hours writing a poem. each time i listen to this playlist i feel like writing. i feel like i'm listening to something from a time and place i could fit in. Somewhere is my place, but for now this music makes me feel like i'm always there where i want to be. Words my be words, if pen or feather, buttons or lips, poetry is a art, naught forgotten in the oceans of future's light. it comes in all ways, leaves tears of all shapes. thus the art of the pen is a mighty one, for one can say thing in a way which might nobody may. Tho time might go, art is preserved not as to carry it golden, but to mend smile's that may have broken, hopes that could've been forgotten or laughs that would've not been heard. Even a simple poem holds a key, because each piece of poetry hold a piece of inside of me.

this is fantastic while reading the beginning of Mark Danielewski’s House of Leaves

Don’t worry, this pain you’re feeling is temporary. Close your eyes and remember that tomorrow is a new day, a fresh start. Take deep breaths, you’re gonna be alright, I promise ❤

I actually have this playing and am muted on a call with some friends while they play video games in my dimly lit room. I enjoy having the sound of chatter but that makes my brain too focused on the conversation (with usually overwhelms me at school, as the conversations overlap) so I play this kind of music to even it out. I find myself easily productive in this setting (: