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entp l she/her | xvi vincit qui se vincit

[moodespena]

Dark Academia

aesthetic requests

[redlovewitch]

my university reading is giving the secret history energy today

[paper-fairy]

“She has a heart, too much heart perhaps.”

— Marcel Proust, from The Complete Works; “Remembrance of Things Past,” 

[deviika]

Anne Sexton // A. M. Homes

[tri4l-and-t3rror]

“you‘re so quiet” baby i’m not even here. i’m fantasizing about a book i read weeks ago. move on.

[daweyt]

“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.”

— Sarah Williams, from “A Legacy of Verse: The Old Astronomer; Twilight Hours” published. c.1886

[fetch-theboltcutters]

it’s perpetually last summer

and i’m inside,

waiting for something to happen.

[loveisdamnation]

i want to know you forever and i wish i’d never met you

waiting room, phoebe bridgers | true stories, margaret atwood | cleopatra, the lumineers | unfortunately, it was paradise: selected poems, mahmoud darwish | chinese satellite, phoebe bridgers | crush, richard siken | maurice, e.m. forster | waiting room, phoebe bridgers

[firstfullmoon]

“Life is little by little. Today I take half a step, the day after tomorrow I’ll take another half-step. Such impatience. I want to swallow life down in a single gulp and then maybe something like dying.”

— Clarice Lispector, from A Breath of Life, tr. Johnny Lorenz

[themoodboards]

❝i don’t want just words. if that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.❞ — f. scott fitzgerald, the beautiful and damned.

[levcosia]

“I don’t know how many births it takes to get reborn as not the flower but the scent. To be allowed to exist as air (a prayer to whom?)— dear whom: the weight of being is too much.”

— On the Spectrum of Possible Deaths, ‘After Reading The Tibetan Book of the Dead’ by Lucia Perill (via decreation)

[lilh0bbit]

Waves

Orlando Museum of Art, July 05,2016//ig: g.hsu07

[deviika]

Rachel Forrest // Unknown // S. C. Lourie

[nerfedornothing]

it's yom kippur, also known as the day where me thinking about every terrible or slightly embarrassing and awkward thing I've ever done is no longer a sign of an unhealthy mental state, but is in fact being compliant with a religious commandment

[soracities]

“Yes, yes, yes, yes. Each yes is a dish I’m going to prepare for the friends I’ve invited. I will chop up vegetables, skewer meat, make batter, beat eggs, crush chickpeas, prepare the mixture for pancakes, peel cloves of garlic, cut mint, shake the molokhiyya. I want my guests to believe all the dishes came down, full, from heaven, Yes.”

— John Berger, From A to X: A Story in Letters

[dark-academia-in-russia]

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

Oh God, she’s having wild thoughts, dream thoughts under the summer moon. She can feel the night working through her, she is the daughter of the night and the moon and her hair is streaming in the branches of the trees and her breath is the night sky.

– Steven Millhauser, Enchanted Night