Dark Academic - Tumblr Posts
Its like my best brain time starts at peak midnight with caffeine and sugar rush.
I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.—My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering heights
Show me your thorns and i'll show you hands ready to bleed.
Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.
Fyodor Doestoevsky
The feelings were inexorably pervasive; they slyly slipped through the crevices of my thoughts as a persistent conundrum.
I’d write you ninety nine reasons as to why you should leave me and in the hundredth i’d write ‘STAY’
And what I really intended to say in the end remains unsaid.
Franz Kafka
I am well aware of the reality but it doesn’t least a bit stop me from creating the delusional world in my mind.
"I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life."
Virginia Woolf
“…but you people do not understand me, and i am afraid you never will.”
Vincent Van Gogh
"My alone feels so good. I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude."
Warsan Shire
People don’t understand that we quiet ones are quiet because the conversation’s always playing out in our own heads.
The wheel of time
Ada Limón, from “Too Close”, The Hurting Kind
I either urge to over explain myself or be left misunderstood. There is no in-between.
"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
Franz Kafka
Texting sucks, lets have deep conversations and roll on the grass instead.
Hands are unbearably beautiful, they hold on to things they let things go.
What should i do with these hands if they can’t hold you?
Give me your hands
My soul will sleep inside of them
Inside of them my soul will sleep for eternity
Her hand in mine and in my chest a garden.
But i still don’t know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, but i can’t contain my soul from enveloping yours!
I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.
I don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands.
This is what i like about photographs- they are proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
Jodi Picoult
Hey let’s go to Switzerland and maybe have a ghost story writing competition and maybe witness the birth of the next great gothic novel and maybe
Where I'm from most people don't know what Tumblr is, and they seem baffled I read books, pick quotes, select pictures, and create content just for my own enjoyment. My anonymity and the fact it doesn't make me money, the fact nobody knows how many followers I have, the fact success isn't measurable by their standards seems completely alien to them. Was the world always like this?