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muresetivoire · 2 days ago
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Life's a constant cycle of wondering why you were never chosen to be the haunted bookkeeper, or the vampire's beloved, or the crooked witch on the edge of the kingdom, or the enemy finally falling for their lover
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ingenuevintage · a day ago
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I grow numb; I grow stiff. How shall I break up this numbness which discredits my sympathetic heart?
— Virginia Woolf, Selected Works of Virginia Woolf
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promqueendyke · a month ago
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wuthering heights, emily brontë + unknown photographer “eros & psyche”
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yowastelandbaby · 13 days ago
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When Emily Dickinson said "Susan I would have come out of eden to open the door for you if I had known you were there."
And when Hozier said "I slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door."
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persephonesagora · a month ago
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(Source: Pinterest)
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mydeadpoetssocietyy · a month ago
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When Oscar Wilde said "Yes I'm a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."
And when Oscar Wilde said " they've promised that dreams can come true, but forget to mention that nightmares are dreams too."
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cynthia-viv · 26 days ago
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I was waiting, for something extraordinary to happen but as the years wasted on nothing ever did unless I caused it.
-Charles Bukowski
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sorryforthebonyelbows · 2 months ago
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I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell
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Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It's like religion. It's terrifying."
— Richard Siken, Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out
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Celine Dion
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Ovid
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thehauntingstories · 2 months ago
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“Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.” ― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (listen)
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stuckinapril · a month ago
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either I’m reading 6 books a week or barely going through a chapter a month. there’s no in-between
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vogueonadiet · 4 months ago
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A love like that.
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muresetivoire · 2 days ago
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We are not void of melancholy, but I suppose we can share that despair
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lvrq · 10 days ago
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There is nothing wrong with the love of Beauty. But Beauty — unless she is wed to something more meaningful — is always superficial.
Donna Tartt
🎵 - The Secret History, The Chamber Orchestra of London
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ingenuevintage · a month ago
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“To be nothing - is that not, after all, the most satisfactory fact in the whole world?”
— Virginia Woolf, Flush
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yowastelandbaby · a month ago
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Not to be a slut but if he doesn't ardently look into my eyes deep while fucking me to the "There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin." verse from Hoziers "Take me to church" playing then I don't want it.
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persephonesagora · 28 days ago
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mydeadpoetssocietyy · 8 days ago
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cynthia-viv · 20 days ago
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But my anxious heart is eating up my body, eating up my nerves, eating up my brain. I feel this poison slowly filling my veins - every particle becoming slowly tainted... I'm never, never calm , never for an instant.
Katherine Mansfield, from a diary entry featured in " The Diaries of Katherine Mansfield, "
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sorryforthebonyelbows · a month ago
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Friedrich Nietzsche
We were all monsters and bastards, and we were all beautiful.
Rachel Hartman
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Holly Black, The Wicked King
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.
Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems
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Alberto Moravia, The Woman of Rome
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What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.
Werner Herzog
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Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty
 "I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel."
Mary Shelley.
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‒ 'Bram Stoker's Dracula'
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bl00dsta1ns · 22 days ago
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Dead Academia content even though I just found this aesthetic and don’t know what it contains:
• Solving your own murder with the help of your academic rivals!
• You hear ethereal, almost ghostly, singing from the auditorium that turns into shrieking from shredded vocal chords.
• Performing ancient rituals to the spirits to ensure you ace your exams (not demonic or evil, I’m Filipino spiritual don’t make this seem evil/from a colonizer lens).
• From your peripheral vision, you see that one portrait of the academy’s founder scowling— at you perhaps?
• You and your classmates’ research paper on unsolved murders has gone a bit too far— you grimace at the crimson dripping from your hands.
• You could’ve sworn that he was dead, face-down in the rose bushes outside the dormitory. Yet he’s here, eccentric and enthralling with honeyed words pouring from his lips. You stole his heart and now he’s here to take yours.
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