academidark

[academidark]

just wanna be called “my love” by someone i would also call “my love”

#love #soft #dark academia

[academidark]

constantly torn between yearning endlessly for long lost lovers and being in an academic frenzy where nothing matters but the work i need to do

#hozier #dark academia #literature #poetry #books and libraries #yearning #lover #heartbroken #academia #academics #dead poets society #dead poets #cottagecore #light academia #yearn #love #study

[academidark]

[academidark]

“Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent, literature dumb, science crippled, thought and speculation at a standstill. Without books, the development of civilization would have been impossible. They are engines of change, windows on the world, and (as a poet has said) “lighthouses erected in the sea of time.” […] Books are humanity in print.”

— Barbara W. Tuchman, The Book

[academidark]

i’ve had 7 coffees and i’m ready to live in a library with a bunch of old books for me to study for the rest of my life

#hozier #dark academia #literature #poetry #books and libraries #academia #books #library

[academidark]

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

— Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum

[academidark]

“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”

— Ernest Hemingway

[academidark]

I think too deeply about everything. I still don't know if that allows me to see more of the world, or less of it.

— Mobeen Hakeem

[academidark]

“I could not explain the breaking away, the withdrawal that took place in me.”

— Anaïs Nin

[academidark]

“Words are events. They do things, change things. They transform both speaker and hearer; they feed energy back and forth and amplify it. They feed understanding or emotion back and forth and amplify it.”

— Urusla K. Le Guin

[academidark]

‘Falling out of love?’, he said as he forced his tears not to fall down his eyes. ‘I don’t know’, as she recalls the moments he was not there when she needed him. She was not cheating. Cheating isn’t the only reason for falling out of love. When she craves for his attention, time and effort he was no where to found. Maybe he was right. She falls out of love.

l.c

[academidark]

The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you.

Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn

[academidark]

“When you choose one way out of many, all the ways you don’t take are snuffed out like candles, as if they’d never existed. At the moment all Will’s choices existed at once. But to keep them all in existence meant doing nothing. He had to choose, after all.”

— Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

[academidark]

“I can’t hold enough of you in my hands.”

— Franz Kafka

[academidark]

i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me ~ hozier

[academidark]

I'm going to do what I want to do. I'm going to be who I really am. And I'm going to figure out what that is.

— Stephen Chbosky

[academidark]

“We’re going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we’re doing, you can say, We’re remembering. That’s where we’ll win out in the long run. And someday we’ll remember so much that we’ll build the biggest goddamn steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in it and cover it up.”

— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451