#classic dark academia

[orpheustic]

Portrait of my love,

With my hands covered in the hues of her onirique beauty,        I drew the foundation by sketching her round face with the pencils of graphite,      With the softest curves like her brightest smile,                  Just thin and fair like beige vile.

Drawing her eyes big like gemstone sapphires,                          Full of mysteries as if the whole universe might have conspired.      Her eyes sheathed by the cover of glasses,                                            As if the her orbs were too blinding to look at if i would ever see through the flashes. 

Her lips like the dewy new bloomed pink rose,                        As if the secrets of the world were concealed in those,                  While i sketch her grecian like nose.

Eyebrows like sophisticated bent bow,                                                Her tender cheeks dimpled,    And Jaw like soft curve arrow. Her ears always hidden behind the flock of her hair,                      Hair, like wavy sea tides,            And who could say, that the one who made the lilies feel the sense Of enviousness with her Incomparable beauty is the one in this picture whom                    The world might’ve once desired.

The maiden who was beyond comparable to any portrait ever drawn,  Who always wished to be one of them,  She was my Love, whom even the greatest lovers dreamt.

[alexandrarosa]

THE

SECRET

HISTORY

I’m Henry Winter and he is me.

I’ve started reading this book again, the original version this time, and I’m astonished how many details I skipped the first time. I love it with all my heart.

I reentered my TSH phase

[bebs-art-gallery]

Wounds of the Earth

— by xis.lanyx

[becomingvecna]

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

[wedarkacademia]

- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

[deviika]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette

[bebx]

[paracosmoon]

[dark-romantics]

~ Augusto Cury

[whimsifae]

[orpheustic]

Home,

I ran like a madman, roaming to the places unknown, places to find the traces of her, desperately searching for a place which i could call my home, but the place i was led to was somewhere i wasn't supposed to be. The place which could hurt me in either way, and hurt my sentiments if it were my home,

I would be hurt,

the place which i treasured in my dream so dearly close to my heart, would hurt me, i feared, the owner of that place would welcome me not as someone calling me "welcome, my beloved" but instead she would call me "welcome, my friend, welcome back to your home".

But nevertheless it was the place where her comfort would welcome me,

the place where her voice would caress me

the place where she would listen to my yearnings

to the me who ran restlessly in search of her,

In the place where she resided in within in darkness luminating her light in cold,

She, in whose cold I was looking for her warm hands to hold,

warmness which is separted by distance,

coldness which is briged like the abandoned destined souls,

and hands, which i seeked through the fortified darkness

are nowhere to hold.

and still,

the one who didn't even knew about my whereabouts, i called her my home.

[stanleyscubrick]

A Burst of Light, Audre Lorde

[bebs-art-gallery]

Dog sculptures turned golden from tourists petting them throughout the years

[blvvdk3ep]

I love you people going into "useless" fields I love you classics majors I love you cultural studies majors I love you comparative literature majors I love you film studies majors I love you near eastern religions majors I love you Greek, Latin, and Hebrew majors I love you ethnic studies I love you people going into any and all small field that isn't considered lucrative in our rotting capitalist society please never stop keeping the sacred flame of knowledge for the sake of knowledge and understanding humanity and not merely for the sake of money alive

[wedarkacademia]