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ruins-of-her-peace · 27 days

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𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝕮𝖗𝖞𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋, 𝕯𝕽𝕴𝕻

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ruins-of-her-peace · 28 days

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𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕴'𝖒 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖞 𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝓒𝓻𝔂𝔀𝓸𝓵𝓯, 𝓓𝓡𝓘𝓟

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ruins-of-her-peace · 2 years

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"In the strange anomaly of my existence, feelings with me had never been of the heart, and my passions always were of the mind."

Edgar Allan Poe, Berenice

#edgar allan poe #berenice #writing #literature #dark academia #strange #anomaly #unusual #passion #feelings #heart #mind #existence #takes one to know one #relatable #XIII🧵🗝️

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ruins-of-her-peace · 1 year

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🌿 picture is my own, please, don't use without credit

#tea #book #candle #still life #dried flowers #nettle #reading #peace #calm #annotations #the picture of dorian gray #chaotic academia #mug #rainy day #hygge #XIII🧵🗝️

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ruins-of-her-peace · 10 months

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Spiaggia Giamaica, Sirmione, Italy

🌊 pictures and the drawing are my own, please, don't use without credit

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ruins-of-her-peace · 1 year

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The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box- keepers, the cloak-room attendants, or the concierge. No, he existed in flesh and blood, though he assumed all the outward characteristics of a real phantom, that is to say, of a shade.

Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

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ruins-of-her-peace · 6 months

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"I'm failing myself in everything.. the smallest of things... Things so little, you don't even realise until it's too much..so much."

Emily Yvonne, diary entry

#You think you befriended them but they're always a step ahead #A little more clever #A little more evil #You thought the wolves would be impressed #But they never are #And you're always disappointed #emily yvonne #diary entry #writing #failure #grief #thoughts #dark academia #XIII🧵🗝️

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ruins-of-her-peace · 4 months

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I am the anger, the madness running through my veins.

I am the dagger, the hand that's cutting off my wings.

I am my own rage, my own despise,

I am the teeth that's gnawing at my mind.

I am my own rope to tie around my neck.

I am the shovel that's digging out my grave.

I am the misery, I am the grief,

I am my own angel, my own disease.

𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐯𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞, 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩

#emily yvonne #writing #thoughts #dark academia #grief #anger #madness #despise #misery #poetry #Art #one's own worst critic #like a doll I wanna remove the parts that do not work but then one's quite hollow - then what's worse?#XIII🧵🗝️

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ruins-of-her-peace · 2 years

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"... We live in the age of the overworked, and the under-educated; the age in which people are so industrious that they become absolutely stupid."

𝑶𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆

#oscar wilde #society #facts #overworked #under-educated #industrious #stupid #brainless #dark academia #criticism #continuously relatable #tired #unknowledgeable #relying on system #not thinking for themselves #XIII🧵🗝️

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ruins-of-her-peace · 2 years

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I'm holding a warm mug, steam swirling from the surface of my tea. All is quiet inside my home except the crackling of dancing flames in the little fireplace. Even my beloved cat is sleeping. There's a book, waiting for me to sit down in the pillow covered window nook, but I cannot help but stare through the great window.. the window that oversees a vast fjord, and the hills crawling with fog. The water nearly frozen over now, the ice's starting to sing. The blues and grays painting their way through every day. But today the sky above the hills is a familiar purple shade, an omen of white feathers to soon fall down to protect the land. I'm here, present, and yet I'm completely calm. Surrounded by home; every piece of me knows, every piece of me feels, my spirit breathes. I am standing here and I don't wanna leave. I wanna exist nowhere but here.

It is but a dream.. how endlessly beautiful.

Emily Yvonne