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S P R E A D Y O U R W I N G S . . .

Because it's never too late to soar.

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Scrapbooking by @skybambi on Instagram. This is probably the most Sherlock-meets-Indiana-Jones looking thing I've ever seen and it's epic.

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Are there any other dark academians who scrapbooking? Show us your journals! 📷 📷 📷 📷

Welcome to the first Dark Academian E-Journal! For submissions, inquiries, or the like, please write us here or visit our website at www.thepiningpoet.com.

Most cordially yours now and forever,

The Pining Poet:

“We are Dark Academia."©

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"To release a piece you've created to the public and not look at it again is to purge the troubled mind. It's no longer entirely yours anymore when you open your arms and allow others to view your work. There's a peace in letting things go and dissociating yourself from whatever your soul needed to get out of its system. The more you let others read, view, and take in your work, the more it blossoms in others and they interpret it in their own ways. It becomes, in many forms, lost to you. It is the tragedy and glory of creation. It's a metamorphosis and means of catharsis all at once."

-K.A.H.

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'One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. ' — William Shakespeare, "Hamlet"

Welcome to the first Dark Academia E-Journal! For submissions, inquiries, or the like, please write us here or visit our website at www.thepiningpoet.com.

Most cordially yours now and forever,

The Pining Poet 🌹🥀

“We are Dark Academia."©

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We are very proud to announce “The Pining Poet” e-journal publication: The first-ever digest dedicated to all things pertaining to Dark Academia. For writing/fashion/art submissions, please write to us at [email protected].

Question for the next issue: What does Dark Academia mean to you?

Note: All submissions must be original content from you.

Writing Submissions:

Please state full name (that you wish to be shown in the publication) - Author's bio (a short 3-4 sentences, no more.)

File types should be in Rich Text Format or PDF

Please check your file for grammatical errors/typos BEFORE sending it

Art Submissions:

Please state full name (that you wish to be shown in the publication)

Art should be a high-resolution scan if possible. If not, a well-lit and clear picture of high quality. Low-res pictures of grainy or unclear quality will be immediately rejected.

Fashion/Style Submissions:

Please state full name (that you wish to be shown in the publication) and country of residence

Pictures should be well-lit, clear, and of high quality. Photos that don't fit this standard will be rejected

If professionally photographed, the name of the photographer must be provided

Submissions close by mid-January. Thank you!

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ENTRY 079: I simply wanted to know what it would be like to graze my hand across the otherworldly softness of your cheek and by it, not to have felt the winters of my life anymore. That’s all. But even having prayed to God for this is too much. To ask to swim in the spiral galaxies and drink the stars would be more easily achievable than what I have asked. I have sworn to forget you and yet I find the threads of your words, of our sacred conversations, interwoven in the tapestry of my writings, of my art, of everything. By the time I’ve removed every aspect of you from me, my life is not a patchwork of dreams anymore; it’s nothing more than threadbare rags from your extraction. There’s nothing left anymore. The hopelessness is insurmountable. I tell you in all earnestness, I have never felt as alone in the world as I feel now. My sorrow twists around me as tightly as a noose. I have nowhere to turn anymore but to my own forlornness and greet it with all open-armed familiarity as I would an old companion. Come, my old cimmerian friend, I too am a creature of the night, as the last light in my hands has shunned me and is mine no more. Come into me and let us become one. Let me forsake this too infrequently incandescent world and have no remembrance of it. Yet still, as I step into the darkness and let the caliginous surroundings consume me, I see you. I see you in all clarity within my mind’s eye. You’re like the sun: after staring at you a little while, when I close my eyes I can still see you. The image of you is burned into my mind. You are inerasable.

K.A.H.