#classic litrature

[ashryyy]

चरित्र > चेहरा

[zaydalix]

"The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side."

- Scott Westerfeld

[sharonmalfoy]

I long to sit for hours in a dark haunted library, listening to music while reading my favourite books.

[vesper-brown]

[cheesecakeyuri]

@maopll @venusandsaturnsrings @yandere-daydreams @blackopals-world hey! I admire your writing work and fic on tumblr. I wrote this piece for a literature assignment not too long ago so I wanna know what you think as more active authors.

236,000 humans drowned this year. Do you mourn one? … I mourn all.

I’m responsible, named on the grave, cause of death: The harsh of the wave.

Is Poseidon to blame? No, it’s his wife! Amphitrite! Take note! This water is called she!

For millennia those men brave our rouges and our storms.

Millions lost yet billions borne.

Rán trawls her net over their boat thus yanking them into their final bed of rock and sand.

Ganga and Marina cry, their tears; typhoons

Eingana watches with mixed expression as she sees all her creation fight forces they can’t understand.

Mazu protects what’s hers, leaving the sanctity of her lagoon to do so.

Praised for beauty and poetry yet feared for the fact we she are of the few things one can’t command.

Those dead in deep water can’t be found.

The ocean leaves no trace, nor nothing that can save its face.

Families left, no peace for ones gone, unable to rest, it lingers in minds, a burden one cannot heal.

A wish to not be helpless, nights spent under the waves accompanied only by fish.

Over time it was a slaughter, bodies lost, souls gone, left to the sea.

What do they feel? The grains of sand or the teeth of a fish, The scales of an eel?

A body of death becomes a feature of new life.

A reef on the bones of the deceased.

The creatures do not know or care, It’s home now.

Their Thieves of remains, they desecrate the dead yet provide them purpose.

Perhaps they deserved to die? Men are not sinless creatures after all.

Especially considering how they treat us, isn’t that right Magwayen? they treat us with more than just spite!

How can they assume us to be kind when for centuries they’ve used us?

Sending fleet after fleet onto our surface and tipping their waist into our swash!

They have no right to treat us this way when the tears we cry are of the same pain

They doom our icecaps we so graciously froze just so they could come to fruition, I refuse to accept this!

How half of them refuse to take the blame while others drown

How they make shallow promises of prevention and change

yet you find those same mouths wet by lies of the above line

And those sinking cry why!

Hypocrites! all of them!

Notice how they call their most powerful, important, and feared things she!

Yet they call upon the husbands for safe passage through OUR waters!

They boast their achievements of deep-found treasure, but they turn coy at the mention of how they got there!

People are left to rot when the stem of their problems is of their own kind.

The lot of them are savage! Acting as gods pretending as if they too are not animals.

Everything in the universe is made from the same dust, and yet the humans audaciously claim they are of the most importance!

People beg us for mercy, to save them from their self-inflicted fate

They do this so much so, they forget they are the ones to blame!

We should send our rain and waves to condemn all for their ignorance!

Humans call the ocean treacherous and harsh! The foam of the waves is a sign of rough sea!

We will send raging storms, floods, tsunamis and even cause droughts!

All to make them fear us and come to terms with the fact they are ultimately powerless in the face of Mother Nature!

Mother! Not father! We will prevail in the face of man. We will leave them no time to even attend to the damage!

We will cull those who seek to conquer our home and make all who come after fear us!

Caging them inside a trap-like purgatory

They deserve it for all they’ve done to us!

The end of men! We will bring forth a matriarchy like no other!

No longer will we desire for respect and fame

Sing in Joy for the day of our redemption has come!

[everynameissopkenfor]

// Most Ardently //

[neoclassicalblobphilosopher]

"The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action."

— Albert Camus, The Rebel

[mortmagnifique]

A—“Whoever invented the knock knock joke should receive an award.”

D—“Like what?”

A—“I don't know, Maybe the no bell Prize?.”

D—“.....”

D—“That was actually pretty good one.”

[lostpoet09]

You owe me sleep, so much sleep.

—c.c.aurel

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

There is a Frankenstein Weekly and nobody told me???????

[ashryyy]

आदत > ज़रूरत

[zaydalix]

In solitude, he silently cries, A broken heart, where hope defies. Thoughts entangled, a maze so vast, As he clings to memories of the past. No light to guide, no hand to hold, A fragile soul, so bleak and cold. But in this darkness, a plea to find, A glimmer of hope, a thread that binds. So shed the tears, let them flow free, For in these tears, we'll find empathy. And in this pain, we'll come to see, A brighter future, where hearts can be free.

- Zayd Ali | @ZaydAlix on Instagram

[sharonmalfoy]

I'm a whore for dark academia

[coffeedreamsold]

Marley 's Ghost ( in victorian london year 1843)

A Christmas Carol

~book by charles dicken

[mtahirrao]

I'll meet You ...in the darkness of my Dreams... So that no one can see us.

M.T