#american literature
Silver Linings Playbook (2012) by David O. Russell
Book title:A Farewell to Arms (1929) by Ernest Hemingway
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Lick the Star (1998) by Sofia Coppola
Book title:Flowers in the Attic (1979) by V. C. Andrews
The title of the short movie is the anagram of “Kill the rats”, a reference to the novel’s plot, where Corrine (the protagonist’s mother) tries to kill her children (locked in an attic) by poisoning them, in order to gain her father’s inheritance.
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all bitches want is to be yearned for.
it’s me, i’m bitches.
what is a fatal flaw if not a morbid longing for the picturesque?
I just want to wander a thorn-covered castle by candlelight, write you love letters as a storm thunders outside, and drink red wine as I read poetry by the fire.
romanticise your own existence.
fuck literary gatekeeping, read whatever you want.
nobody asked but this is my face
a lovely, wicked place.
find yourself a lover like a dark night and spilled red wine. one that scrawls poetry along your skin with their lips. love is written all over you.
Dark Academia Playlist
a little dark, a little whimsical, tunes to make you feel like the main character in a film.
- roslyn — bon iver, st. vincent
- the secret history — the chamber orchestra of london
- les mémoires blessées — dark sanctuary
- into dust — mazzy star
- clair de lune, l. 32 — claude debussy
- show me how — men i trust
- eyes on fire — blue foundation
- over the moon — the marías
- falling asleep with a book on your chest — lullatone
- solo — five mile town
- tchaikovsky: swan lake — pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky
- altogether — slowdive
- cigar & a 78 — five mile town
- visions of gideon — sufjan stevens
- thinking of you — cosmic child
- headache — grouper
- if i’m asleep — five mile town
- dark — daffodils
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i discovered someone in the forest today.
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fuck literary gatekeeping, read whatever you want.
just a little oscar wilde angst for you all.
this was an october picnic with my lovely friend elena.
I return to dusk now.
my Orpheus gone
my love all
in shadow.
some cruel Eurydice I have become
stilted, in still air abandoned
amidst a boy’s failed
saviour complex.
mouth bitter from biting tongues
a throat filled with bones
caging words that dare jump
from a wounded heart.
I cannot locate the source
of this ache.
