London , 4 September 7:00 AM
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London , 4 September 7:00 AM
“I’m someone who’s mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of human, because it means I know everything is bullshit, but that I secretly hope for the day when it might not be.”
— Nick Miller on New Girl (via naturaekos)
“so you met lucien in the lunch line and now he’s all that you can see.”
Hypothetical dark academia novel in which instead of the crazed obsession being death, it is birth. Imagine a group of teenage girls drunk on the power they have to create life. They consider themselves gods. They drink wine, have bacchanals, and eat fruit in mossy caves on Sunday mornings. They gather every day before school to review the latest scientific discoveries over orange-peel tea. They write plays and raise their voices in excitement over new plot devices and marvel at the endless possibilities they have. The girls are avid feminists; they write essays and speeches about femininity and gender roles. They romanticize Renaissance women. They show up to school in all black, dress shirts rolled up to the elbow, hair in elaborate braids. Imagine the romances, the scheming, the poetry, the art, the speeches, the projects, the philosophical ramblings, the wide-eyed wonder and subsequent ambition.
dark academia? do you mean “my fucking kink”?
“Fuck you, what does that even mean? fuck your one million words.”
I can only well begin…
Dane Dehaan in Kill Your Darlings (2013)
You know me now. I’m only good at beginnings. - Kill Your Darlings (2013)
Be careful, you are not in Wonderland. I’ve heard the strange madness long growing in your soul, in your isolation but you fortunate in your ignorance. You who have suffered find where love hides, give, share, lose, lest we die unbloomed.
Perfect, I love complicated.
To Walt Whitman. You dirty bastard. Kill Your Darlings dir. John Krokidas (2013)