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Donna Tartt writing the incest part in The Secret History
Danteâs Divine Comedy:Â Inferno, Canto I
â â â â â â - Donna Tartt, The Secret History
"...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?"
~Vincent Willem van Gogh
//the only bitterness you need today is the delicious bitter taste of red wine and dark chocolate//
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
â William Shakespeare
Physically? I am here. But mentally? I am in a small college in Vermont, being an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort, asking strangers to sleep with me in Latin.
One of my absolute favorite exchanges in the entirety of The Secret History
l'esthétique de l'académie sombre
the song of achilles, madeline miller // two friends, malcolm t. liepke // the secret history, donna tartt.
the secret historyâdonna tartt
You have the blood of a poet. You have that and always will. You show, in the middle of savage things, the gentleness of your heart , that is so full of pain and light
âMorning light can make the most vulgar things tolerableâ â the secret history, by donna tartt.
Tag yourself as these Dark Academia subjectsÂ
all songs can be found on my dark academia playlist here
Inspired by @cordurose
English: âI Donât Love You Anymoreâ by The Honeysticks
falling crows of ink tumbling across your page, floods of heartbroken poetry written under amber candle light, the comforting warmth of being in an empty library graced with the presence of years of knowledge, midnight meetings to write the next revolutionÂ
Maths:Â âCold Cold Coldâ by Cage The Elephant
crisp white shirts embellished with suspenders and checkered ties, fogged tortoise shell glasses like silent mornings on the mountain side, the rush of chalk on the board when someone is able to solve a problem, a brain that works in numbers and rationality mixed in with a mind falling into the imaginable
Latin: âThere Is a Light That Never Goes Outâ by The SmithsÂ
cheek kisses on the statues that line the walls defensive and armed ready for war, red wine stains marking shirts like undefinable drops of blood, the sound of type writers echoing around biting cold corridors, uncountable hours sat in the library drowning in unreadable words
Art:Â âFreedomâ by Teddy HydeÂ
the villainous warmth of alcohol on your insides, watercolored blends under watery sun beams, moulding minds like play doh with brush strokes, a mind flooded with colour and ideas like a broken kaleidoscope, unnameable stains marking hands and arms, the most unshatterable disguiseÂ
Astronomy:Â âNight Inâ by Retro Video Club
listening to the empty voices that echo around the observatory tower, pencil diagrams of scattered constellations, watching the sky shatter and blur, sharing your unspeakable secrets with the full moon at witching hour, sipping whiskey on rooftopsÂ
History:Â âMsâ by alt-J
turtlenecks hiding the passionate rose pricks from the night before, coffee tables built of stolen library books, embellishing outfits with a hint of subtle rebellion, lost hours sacrificed to the statues in the museum, symmetrical lecture halls stained with burnt caramel, crimson rose and eggshell
Philosophy:Â âBrokenâ by Adam Barnes
drowning in the midnight velvet waves of your own mind, bitter black coffee cleansing your throat under the early risen sun, cracked halos and bittersweet devils, ancient pillars cracked and bruised, knowing that sometimes there is no ârightâ and âwrongâ
Psychology:Â âMr Lovermanâ by Ricky Montgomery
laced collars peeking out from under jumpers like bashful woodland creatures, loosely curled hair following the landscape of your body, proving those who under estimated you wrong in the most delightful scheme of revenge, staring contests with marbled statuesÂ
Law:Â âCherry Wineâ by Hozier
button up shirts embellishing busy days, following the straight lines of the path, bubbling power boiling under the surface, unwelcomed nights scanning notes and rules created by people you'll never meet, the blurred line between justice and anger
Politics:Â âWhyâd You Only Call Me When Youâre Highâ by Arctic MonkeysÂ
retaliating comments and blurred lines, easy lies told through sips of wine, anxiety embellishing your body with nibbled nails and bitten lips, undeniable sexual tension shared between forbidden hearts, pleasure building up to one day like a hourglass that cannot be cracked or broken
Medicine:Â âDreamsâ by The Cranberries
smashed glass and unfixable mistakes, charcoal black coffee in ceramic mugs under steel skies, swimming through library books in hunt for all the knowledge to be the fixer, nibbled pencils tucked behind ears, watercolour bleeding of moral questionÂ
i'm losing my mind at the uk's official, government-approved slogan for keeping restaurants in business