Dark Academia

[metamorphesque]

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Were You Not Always Distracted

[oldpaintings]

Albert Durer Lucas (English, 1828--1918)

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

[metamorphesque]

Kissing in Vietnamese, Ocean Vuong

[yourlocalamoeba]

you never truly appreciate the intimacy of the expression “I'll gut you like a fish” until you actually gut a fish

[dailykafka]

— Franz Kafka, Letter to his father

[metamorphesque]

― Circe, Madeline Miller

[text ID: But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.]

[metamorphesque]

"I Loved You", Alexander Pushkin (translated by Antony Wood)

[daweyt]

— René Girard, from “Violence and the Sacred”, originally published c. 1972.

[everythingever]

the vocabulary of loss is the dictionary

[metamorphesque]

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

[weltenwellen]

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

[propertiesofjoy]

james baldwin, another country

[firstfullmoon]

Habibi (2011) dir. Susan Youssef

Habibi, a story of forbidden love, is a fiction feature set in Gaza. Two students in the West Bank are forced to return home to Gaza, where their love defies tradition. To reach his lover, Qays grafittis poetry across town. Habibi is a modern re-telling of the famous ancient Sufi parable Majnun Layla. The full Arabic title is ‘Habibi Rasak Kharban,’ which translates as “Darling, something’s wrong with your head.” — from the Palestine Film Institute

[metamorphesque]

on winter and longing

Sarah Kay, Natalie Diaz, Craig Keenan, Clarice Lispector, Mahmoud Darwish, Brittany Cossette, Franz Kafka, Edvard Munch, Richard Siken, Haruki Murakami, Holly Warburton, Mahmoud Darwish

buy me a coffee

[art-mysecondname]

Vincent van Gogh - Four Swifts with Landscape Sketches

[feral-ballad]

Ari Banias, from Anybody: Poems; “Bouquet”

[Text ID: “Today you want nothing / because wanting / comes too close to feeling.”]

[metamorphesque]

— Heaven, Mieko Kawakami

[text ID: I knew that it was cruel to be so optimistic, but, in my solitude, I couldn't resist the urge and spent entire days basking in idiotic fantasies, sometimes verging on prayer.]