WRITING AESTHETICS !
JOHN KEATS . the lavender in sunsets , flowers in the rain , sunlight slipping through clouds , lazy summer afternoons , the heavy scent of musk , flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books , fireflies on a cool summer night , being wrapped in fresh bedsheets , the ache of wanting what you can never have , dripping sunlight like gold , loving someone so exquisite , soft lips and soft whispers , fingers through hair , names of lovers carved in trees , broken glass , the insistence of being perpetually dreamy .
F . SCOTT FITZGERALD . mahogany wood , crisp winter skies with cold bright stars , the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog , empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room , pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness , cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol , a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered , a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day , the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment , your favourite sweater , parties spilling into four a . m . with the stars above spinning and dancing , the contrast of blood against snow , a purple split lip oozing blood , black eyes fading to blue to pale skin , the butterflies of falling in love for the first time , the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries , the romanticization of self - destruction .
FRANZ KAFKA . the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future , decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there , the way not even light can escape a black hole , the rich smell of old books , delicate veins in the wrist , ghosts filling lungs , shattered bones , raindrops on the tongue , rusting metal , nostalgia that aches , the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head .
H . P . LOVECRAFT . the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave , pouring rain and mud , a child’s fear of the dark , thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never ending ocean , the silence of three a . m . , danse macabre by camille saint - saens playing on a record in an empty house , the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain , unexplainable phenomena , strange lights in the sky in the dead of night , ouija boards and urban legends .
JACK KEROUAC . the brisk pine air of being on a mountain , travels without a destination , those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory , screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive , coffee shops late at night , car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark , naps spent in the sun , novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins , the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders , ignoring flaws and loving life , wind through hair , depression as fog in the brain , impossible ideals , a quiet sunrise , walks alone , when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe , dazzling people , open lands stretching out into infinity , falling in love with being alive .
EDGAR ALLAN POE . the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog , hollow bones , a preserved heart held in hands , twinkling stars above an old graveyard , the way everything turns to dust , silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom , self - inflicted flames , perfection depicted as a rotting corpse , death as bricks in the heart , lips barely brushing against each other , glassy glazed eyes , biting into a lemon , heart - shaped bruises , rotting flowers on a grave , dried blood and spilled liquor , the hush of dusk when it begins raining , the intimacy of a secret .
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