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[etherealacademia]

long has paled that sunny sky

echoes fade and memories die

autumn frosts have slain july

[darkmacademia]

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‘nocturne op. 9 no. 2’ by chopin but you’re in a hotel lobby avoiding the rain on a cold night in an unfamiliar city, captivated by the soft piano music that reminds you of home. (youtube)

[teenagewerewoolf]

stars over the dordogne, sylvia plath / starry night over the rhône, van gogh / the highwayman, alfred noyes / polish rider, rembrandt / the death bed, siegfried sassoon

[darkmacademia]

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‘mystery of love’ by sufjan stevens but you’re picking flowers in your countryside backyard while your neighbor who you’re secretly in love with plays music you can hear through their open window. (headphones recommended) (youtube)

[scuhlly]

Rainy afternoons in courtyard corridors.

[cavarage]

Haddon Hall, Derbyshire, United Kingdom

[soillseach]

[claefer]

[dearemma]

#same energy

[bloodandfun]

[I know we're not everlasting

We're a trainwreck waiting to happen

One day the blood won't flow so gladly

One day we'll..]

[fxrblade]

𝑆 𝑂 𝑁 𝑌 𝐴 𓅓

𝕂𝕚𝕖𝕧 ➢ 𝕋𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕌𝕠𝕗𝕋 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕠𝕗 ☕️ 𝕒𝕟𝕕 🥐. 𝔼𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕔𝕤, b𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔾𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤.

-------𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝, 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙸'𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚖𝚢 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚢𝚕𝚛, 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎-𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚖𝚞!

@Sonya_Roma on insta!

[ladybingley]

#come back you cowards

[saintvellum]

a rainy sort of morning, coffee, classical music and physics

[plvsmid]

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Moonlight Serenade playing from another room

Glenn Miller

[divinginalake]

[October 13, 1819]

25 College Street

My dearest Girl,

This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time. Upon my Soul I can think of nothing else. The time is passed when I had power to advise and warn you against the unpromising morning of my life. My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again – my life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving. I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. I should be afraid to separate myself far from you. My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change? My love, will it? I have no limit now to my love. You[r] note came in just here – I cannot be happier away from you. ‘Tis richer than an Argosy of Pearles. Do not threat me even in jest. I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion. I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more. I could be martyr’d for my Religion. Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet – You have ravish’d me away by Power I cannot resist; and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavored often “to reason against the reasons of my Love.” I can do that no more – the pain would be too great. My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

Yours for ever

John Keats

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[saintvellum]

“But I hate to hear you talking so like a fine gentleman, and as if women were all fine ladies, instead of rational creatures.” Jane Austen, Persuasion (ch. 8)

took a day off from school today — as a conscious decision to recharge so I could sacrifice one day to save my week, because I think I burnt out last evening.

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