oh my god there are so many books to read and instruments to learn and languages to speak and poems to write and oranges to eat and ideologies to study and songs to sing and films to watch and people to kiss and
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220723 | bookstore
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The fear of being forgotton.....
athazagoraphobia
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“A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Walks in the streets arm in arm; entering vintage and old shops to buy a record or two, some old books that are going to stay unread, forgotten on a shelf; drinking tea together; slow kissing by the fire; reading poetry and quotes to each other; visiting a new art exposition; watching that film again, lines known by heart; feet touching on the sofa, both immersed in a book; decorating for autumn as rain is pouring and leaves are falling (but actually waiting for Christmas); drinking good wine in the kitchen, cooking together; matching jumpers and cardigans; running on crunchy leaves; loving each other softly.
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Mitya Karamazov did not murder his father, he actually murdered Rakitin when he told him: ‘All real Russian people are philosophers, but you, though you’ve done some studying, are not a philosopher, you are a shit.’
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Oh dear Lord, may you bless our blood as it is prepared in the pot while I'm waiting patiently by the window for the master to come, inside Dracul's bedchamber.
Amen.
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Any dark academian and gothic literature books to recommend to a fellow nerd?
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This world needs dark academia porn.
who's doing it with me?
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So many people in this world, no one to discuss the queer subtext in Shakespearean plays with
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brought a poem to the gun fight
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I recall him opening his arms for me under a street lamp. It was cold and dark. It was 7 pm I think. I was to go so we embraced for a goodbye. I hugged him. I loved him under a moonlight on a cold night. I loved him under a street lamp in a soft forehead kiss.
He was soft and gentle. And he smiled at me. And God knows how a smile can feel religious sometimes.
But it ended. Abruptly in a silent cry.
It's bearable. I've always wanted to be someone filled with love stories. How picturesque it is to be a man of darkness with a soft past.
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dont read too fast.
it will make you lose focus on the topic and you’ll just be seeing words and not understanding the topic.
So what if you haven’t finished the whole book?
Take your time, read and try to understand, pause between sentences just to understand their point, reread the sentence if you couldn’t understand.
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Magnets Opposed
Forever skirting around each other,
this is how it has always been -
we're perpetually just out of reach.
Can't touch, seperate forcefields;
We've been different personalities since
childhood.
Born to be apart, it's even
written in the stars - one going forward
one going backward - "But I do hate her" was the beginning of the end.
Opposites attract but not this time;
we are magnets opposed,
for eternity.
~L.T
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