#classic literature

przed-wiosnie-deactivated202102:

Judge: Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

Raskolnikov:No.

Judge:

Jury:

Judge, whispering: What now?

The essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.

- Lang Leav, Lullabies

Nature does not hurry and yet everything is accomplished.

- Lao Tzu

Female hands in paintings

- Franz Kafka

“I disappeared into books when I was very young, disappeared into them like someone running into the woods.”

- Rebecca Solnit

running around in my bathrobe at 1 am desperately trying to find that one assignment that’s due tomorrow makes me feel like the crazy wife in the attic in the best way possible

metamorphesque:

  ― Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets

[text ID: I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, / in secret, between the shadow and the soul.]

juneacademia:

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?

juneacademia:

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. 

juneacademia:

When Emily Dickinson said “How dreary to be somebody”, and Daffodils said “It’s been raining inside my head again”, and Oscar Wilde said “Behind sorrow there is always sorrow”.

juneacademia:

fuck literary gatekeeping, read whatever you want.

nobody asked but this is my face

a lovely, wicked place.