Inglorious;

young calidore is burning

[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923

[the-book-diaries]

“It’s not ‘natural’ to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say little–have few verbal means. Eloquence–thinking in words–is a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.”

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh

[etherealacademia]

st. michael’s college, uoft.

[isabellemontague]

The University of Toronto Campus photographed by Isabelle de Leon (me)

[dyke-o-matic]

Thinking about how Portrait of a Lady on Fire said that even if an encounter is brief, the love surrounding it can be lasting and it enriches your life and changes you and that’s never a tragedy

[victorianaest]

Da Vinci sketches

[ataelantes]

Gail Potocki / Eve (Detail)

[timetobedrunk]

Oscar Wilde, Salome

[weltenwellen]

Adonis, from “Psalm”, Selected Poems

[lesbianshepard]

there’s evidence that ancient roman curse tablets were mass produced and that’s honestly the funniest thing in the world to me.

[mashamorevna]

New Renaissance by KOTY2

[etherealacademia]

did some reading for roman lit today

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Anne Sexton, from Complete Poems of Anne Sexton; “December 18th,”

[helnight]

oh to be a statue of a goddess covered in moss, somewhere in the garden of the enchanted ruins the castle left behind, for birds to take rest on my shoulders and for animals to sleep in front of my feet, for no ordinary humans to be reached

[darkacademiac]

Ideal relationship of a dark academic

Reading books together in front of a fireplace, sipping on hot tea as you lean into each others warmth

Gently holding hands as you walk through the streets, quietly telling eachother about your days

Painfully cheesy pickup lines

Wearing their jacket because they insist it will be warmer than yours, despite just wanting their jacket to smell like you

Wandering around the mall together, playfully arguing over whether you should go to Cinnabon

Going to book stores together and losing track of time

“When we move in together, we should have our own little library”

Beethoven playing gently in the background as you have your first kiss

“I got us tickets to that play you were talking about”

Getting so caught up in the relationship that you forget to tell anyone about it

Going to see old movies

The kind of love where you don’t have to say anything, being in each other’s presence is enough

[theghostofthishouse]

She moves among the shadows She floats upon the breeze She moves among the candles And we moved through the days And through the years

[wreckoning]

Bakkhic states of mind are laced with prophecy: when the god enters your body you're suddenly speaking the future. He plays a vital part in warfare too—that shock of fear that runs right through an army before battle, that shock is Dionysos. Or that flash across the peaks of Delphi tossing like a great wild spark from crag to crag with a pine torch in each hand, that's him. But you, Pentheus, put too much emphasis on forcing your way: do you really think violence is the only way to influence people? Think again. Accept this God. Pour his wine, dance his dances, say yes!

— Anne Carson, Bakkhai: Translation of Euripides' 'The Bacchae'