Dark Academic - Blog Posts
I can’t tell if the stain on my hands is paint or blood and honestly that’s very in character for me
Kind of in the mood today to write a screenplay for IWWV movie, having never written one before. On va voire.
I got a new car a few days ago and I’m pretty sure the old one is going to scraps and I just realized I left my Smiths CD in the player fUCKFUCKFUCK
Not just currently, but consistently thinking about James Farrow
It’s so inconvenient for me that spring is soon but I have just reentered my dark academia mindset
This is what i like about photographs- they are proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
Jodi Picoult
Hands are unbearably beautiful, they hold on to things they let things go.
What should i do with these hands if they can’t hold you?
Give me your hands
My soul will sleep inside of them
Inside of them my soul will sleep for eternity
Her hand in mine and in my chest a garden.
But i still don’t know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, but i can’t contain my soul from enveloping yours!
I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.
I don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands.
Texting sucks, lets have deep conversations and roll on the grass instead.
"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
Franz Kafka
I either urge to over explain myself or be left misunderstood. There is no in-between.
Ada Limón, from “Too Close”, The Hurting Kind
People don’t understand that we quiet ones are quiet because the conversation’s always playing out in our own heads.
The wheel of time
"My alone feels so good. I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude."
Warsan Shire
“…but you people do not understand me, and i am afraid you never will.”
Vincent Van Gogh
"I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life."
Virginia Woolf
I am well aware of the reality but it doesn’t least a bit stop me from creating the delusional world in my mind.
And what I really intended to say in the end remains unsaid.
Franz Kafka
I’d write you ninety nine reasons as to why you should leave me and in the hundredth i’d write ‘STAY’
The feelings were inexorably pervasive; they slyly slipped through the crevices of my thoughts as a persistent conundrum.
Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.
Fyodor Doestoevsky
Show me your thorns and i'll show you hands ready to bleed.
I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.—My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering heights
Its like my best brain time starts at peak midnight with caffeine and sugar rush.
I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.
Margaret Atwood
I'd cut my hands on a paring knife if it meant he'd be happy and full of sliced persimmons. I'd happily bleed for him and wouldn't even care, so long as he's okay.
I am a hopeless romantic. Special emphasis on HOPELESS, but a romantic nonetheless!
Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
~F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
— Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena
‘A long time ago i was desperately in love’
Margaret Atwood, from True Stories: Poems; "True Romances," originally published in 1981