#classic literature
he says i smell like autumn mornings, i say he feels like love.
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.
“you have been the last dream of my soul” — Charles Dickens
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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.
I think the devil doesn’t exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness.
Fyodor Dostoevsky,The Brothers Karamazov
When I open them, most of the books have the smell of an earlier time leaking out between the pages - a special odor of the knowledge and emotions that for ages have been calmly resting between the covers. Breathing it in, I glance through a few pages before returning each book to its shelf.
Haruki Murakami,Kafka on the Shore
I learned: the first lesson of my life: nobody can face the world with his eyes open all the time.
Salman Rushdie,Midnight’s Children
The most important step a man can take. It’s not the first one, is it? It’s the next one. Always the next step, Dalinar.
Brandon Sanderson,Oathbringer
We always think there’s enough time to do things with other people. Time to say things to them. And then something happens and then we stand there holding on to words like “if”.
Fredrik Backman,A Man Called Ove
It takes a very long time to become young.
Pablo Picasso
It takes guts and humility to admit mistakes. Admitting we’re wrong is courage, not weakness.
Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
Today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups… So I ask, in my writing, What is real? Because unceasingly we are bombarded with pseudo-realities manufactured by very sophisticated people using very sophisticated electronic mechanisms. I do not distrust their motives; I distrust their power. They have a lot of it. And it is an astonishing power: that of creating whole universes, universes of the mind. I ought to know. I do the same thing.
Philip K. Dick
In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.
J.R.R. Tolkien,The Return of the King
So I tried to write a song to make you blush but I’ve a feeling that the whole thing may well just end up too clever for its own good.
Alex Turner,Science Fiction