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do I exist in your mouth? and in your hands when you rest your head in them?
Louis being totally normal about handsome and vigorous Armand 🤣
(Quote from 'The Vampire Armand')
I'm a master of speaking silently. All my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence
- Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Chris Marker - The Owl’s Heritage (1989)
Donna Tartt novels, a summary
Lit Aesthetics | The Picture of Dorian Gray
The Call-Leader, Elwood, Indiana, May 4, 1915
Arnesians had a dozen ways to say hello, but no word for good-bye. When it came to parting ways, they sometimes said vas ir, which meant in peace, but more often they chose to say anoshe–until another day. Anoshe was a word for strangers in the street, and lovers between meetings, for parents and children, friends and family. It softened the blow of leaving. Eased the strain of parting. A careful nod to the certainty of today, the mystery of tomorrow. When a friend left, with little chance of seeing home, they said anoshe. When a loved one was dying, they said anoshe. When corpses were burned, bodies given back to the earth and souls to the stream, those grieving said anoshe. Anoshe brought solace. And hope. And the strength to let go.
One of my favorite passages from A Conjuring of Light by V.E. Schwab (via messrsiriusblack)
I think we hate seeing people displaying traits we repress in ourselves bc we see it as indulgence
modern songs with dark academia vibes:
eleanor rigby - the beatles
a little death - the neighbourhood
young & beautiful - lana del rey
buzzcut season - lorde
take me to church - hozier
the louvre - lorde
boy meets evil - bts
sweater weather - the neighbourhood
scarborough fair - simon & garfunkel
video games - lana del rey
everybody wants to rule the world - lorde
daddy issues - the neighbourhood
nfwmb - hozier
lover of mine - 5 seconds of summer
falling - harry styles
style - taylor swift
talk- hozier
girls - girl in red
this charming man - the smiths
englishman in new york - sting
greek god - conan grey
dog days are over - florence + the machine
“One may smile, and smile, and be a villain”
William Shakespeare (Hamlet)
do I have insomnia or am I just a fool — a four hour audiobook by me.
little things to do every day:
open your window and feel the air
make lists
hug someone
splash some water on your face
spend a few minutes without any screens
always have water with you
doodle
clean one thing that’s messy/dirty
compliment someone
be kind to yourself
This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don't get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can't do anything, don't get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it's ready to come undone. You have to figure it's going to be a long process and that you'll work on things slowly, one at a time.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
"Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones I did not."
Francis Abernathy
“How can I help a man who wants to be a monster one minute and a god the next?”
— Jack Kerouac on Allen Ginsberg, from his journal entry; January 1, 1948. Queens, New York.