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Obsessed with the idea of sacrifice in a book being a selfish act rather than a selfless one. Their lover screaming at them: “How dare you leave me in this barren world? How dare you take away my choice to die for you and leave me with this grief?”. They are dead, and their lover is left - a gaping wound - bleeding into the ground. Do they love them so much that they would die for them, or do they love them so much that they forced the other to live without them? Sacrifice as a bitter act. Sacrifice as something wildly violent; something tormentingly cruel — but always, always built on love. Perhaps, they are both martyrs in the end.

gostaria de poder dizer que sei de tudo. que sei que meus esforços vão valer a pena que tudo vai se encaixar, que o final feliz vem. mas a verdade é que mesmo que eu tivesse a capacidade de olhar meu futuro, eu ainda duvidaria se o visse dando certo.

Blackstairs

saw this trend on twitter and I HAD to join ✨

i know we all go feral over coney island but GENUINELY. some lightening bolt of creativity shot down from the skies and joined these powerhouse artists together so that they could craft a perfect melody and prose that makes my bones ache and my heart break and my eyes well up and my soul leave my body. i think about the second verse at least once a day. it is a revelation every single time that i listen to them harmonise "a universe away". i understand something deep within myself in the closing chorus when i hear them sing "the sight that flashed before me was your face/when the sun goes down". they truly captured something poignant and fundamental and human and every single piece of praise that people give it is more than well deserved

It’s weird .physically I’m in my teens but mentally- spiritually if you will, I feel so old. So so old. As though I’ve lived a thousand lives and experienced a thousand scenarios each leaving me exhausted by the end . I feel the weight of all those lives sometimes; When I’m alone in my room . Gaze switching between each wall and then finally , meeting my ceiling-Where my mind explodes with thoughts while simultaneously remaining eerily barren.quite.empty.

I haven't visited a lot of places in my life, but I have walked almost every street in this world. You don't always need to go somewhere to be somewhere. Books can take you even beyond the horizons. That's why, read. Read until you are a space as vast as the sky, and every idea, every notion, every opinion, is just another star in your sky. Read until you find out the key to liberation from every form of prison that you will encounter in this lifetime.

Sabina Yesmin

i just want to be one of those cute, aesthetically pleasing readers who’ve got their cardigans on and sip on their tea while reading by the fireplace but i always end up looking like a hot mess with my big stained hoodie, tied-up hair and dried up tears, trying to find good lighting at 3am so i can make out what i’m reading

we grieve the future we will never have. we grieve the memories we will never make. we grieve the person we will never marry. i know that i am making the right decision by leaving but that doesnt make the grief easier. i am at peace with my own company but that doesnt mean i dont miss the comfort of having someone by my side through the ups and downs of life.

the thing with dark academia is that i dont long for regular tests in a high school classroom with a number two pencil and a kid vaping in the back corner, i long for endless books of poetry buried in piles of ancient texts, hidden away in an old castle with topiary gardens and royal balls held every other season