When Whitman Said “i Contradict Myself. I Am Large… I Contain Multitudes” And Wilde Said “what

A Thorn Amidst the Roses, 1887, by James Sant (1820-1916)

Concept idea

most dark academia books and film have one person is obsessed with an enigmatic society or group of people/friends. What about the reverse?

A group of friends that become obsessed with one ‘perfect’ person; a loner of sorts, yet are mutually respected by everyone and don’t seem the need to make friends. Yet the group forces themselves onto that person, hungry to finding out more and essentially almost becoming like them. So they obviously get lured in by a single, mysterious person that could shatter them in a second.

when sappho said “in the crooks of your body i find my religion” and when hozier said “the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you”

i need a girlfriend to talk about literature and pretty paintings!! accepting applications now!!

“It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.”

- Oscar Wilde

as imperceptibly as grief - emily dickinson / picnic at hanging rock dir. peter weir / a summer wasting - belle & sebastian / jordan tiberio / nervous young inhumans - car seat headrest / little women dir. greta gerwig / francis forever - mitski / 4 aventures de reinette et mirabelle dir. éric rohmer / aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe - benjamin alire sáenz

Luo Li Rong

I get why people say dark academia is not healthy but let’s talk about the romanticism. I read again and again poems of things so trivial one might just take them for granted or overlook them, yet the poets give them life and importance and beauty. This way of falling in love with an open window, the light tap of the rain, the endless piles of books, the sunshine peeking through the curtains. This is what dark academia is really about. Making poetry out of overlooked events

You wouldn’t think that flamingoes are extremophiles just from looking at them. It’s like somebody tried to build the vertebrate equivalent of that fungus that lives inside nuclear reactors, and ended up with a gangly pink dinosaur with a spoon for a face.

omg i’m crying i can’t believe i found some valid information on what has been disturbing me for such a long time. i felt like i didn’t belong to the language i speak and.. jeez here it is, i’m not alone

All I can think abt is that one quote that basically just describes that you can’t be your true self in your native language bc there’s too much emotional attachment, but that second languages allow speakers to be truly free with their words