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What it would be to wander in a forgotten Castle wearing lavish gowns and antique jewellry and to be
Midnight EscapismOh! How my fingertips yearn to glide throughblooming buds and decaying stalks as th
I love the skin I wearMelanin drops of the finest quality Natural bliss of tropical meansWith Africa
“tears to fill a heart”
“it’s just me tonight”
Mona Sa’udi, from Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women (ed. &a
labohemejulia:Hello dark academia lovers! I’m starting a new series on my instagram about writing ti
anneretic:mydarkenedeyes:KriakaoThe woods are lovely, dark, and deep,but I have promises to keep,and
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charliebowater:primalheart:charliebowater:“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfe
violentwavesofemotion:Forough Farrokhzad, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of F. F.; “In The Dark,
dreaminginthedeepsouth:* * * *“Sometimes it seems God could bethe eye of a horse that holdsa darkene
a-quiet-green-agreement:–Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Novica Tadić, epigraph to ‘Monkey Business’, Dark Things: Poems (trans. Charles Simic)[Text ID: “rem
If I had a nickel for every time I thought of running away and living in places like this, I would h
“Öd’ und leer das Meer” ( “empty and desolate is the sea”) – from Richard Wagner’s Tristan und
Izumi Shikibu, as collected in The Ink Dark Moon (tr. Jane Hirshfield and Mariko Aratani). It is bel
Lenore.Illustration.Art by Odilon Redon.(1840-1916)
songsforgorgons:“What Kind of Times Are These” by Adrienne Rich, from Dark Fields of the Republic (1
Walt Whitman, “The Sleepers”, Leaves of Grass[Text ID: “Now I pierce the darkness, new beings appear
Nina Cassian, ‘Evolution’ (trans. Stanley Kunitz), Life Sentence: Selected Poems
Francesca Woodman In the dark timesWill there also be singing?Yes, there will be singingAbout the da
when the sky is dark and stars are scattered up above us,when the night air is cool, the wind nothin
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