DARK ACADEMIA

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If I could write paradise, she is what I would write

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What is art? A declaration of love: the consciousness of our dependence on each other. A confession. An unconscious act that nonetheless reflects the true meaning of life-love and sacrifice.

// Andrei Tarkovsky

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I sleep, I sleep a lot, I sleep for years — but I love you in my sleep too, carrying you in my dreams.

// Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance

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// Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

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To love. To surrender absolutely, to prostrate oneself before the divine image, to die a thousand imaginary deaths, to annihilate every trace of self, to find the whole universe embodied and enshrined in the living image of another.

// Henry Miller, from The Rosy Crucifixion

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// Sapiens, A brief history of humankind

What’s your current read?

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“You have embroidered

Red flowers On my soul.”

// John Keats

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“Please hurry up, my love! I've had quite, quite enough of this separation.”

// Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera; May 5th 1937

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It's July and I have hope in who I am becoming.

// Charlotte Eriksson Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself

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“My swan, my queen, my angel, muse of my dreams.”

// Susan Sontag, from The Complete Works; “The Benefactor,”

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// Beau Taplin

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“The solemn witchery

painted in your mystic eyes.”

// Ramón López Velarde, Song of the Heart: Selected Poems; 1995;

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And I do love you. And you are awfully interesting. And I want to protect you from all pains and terrors.

// Iris Murdoch, from ‘The Philosopher's Pupil’

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I don't know what it means to love people halfway, it's not in my nature. My affections are always excessive.

// Jane Austen

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I resent the sun, the way it kisses your skin. That should be me.

That should be me.

// Greg Santora

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