Day 2: Favorite Poem
I loved my friend.
He went away from me.
There’s nothing more to say.
The poem ends,
Soft as it began—
I loved my friend.
- Langston Hughes
(Here’s a gorgeous article on the poem)
She grows up feeling wrong, out of place, too dark, too tall, too unruly, too opinionated, too silent, too strange. She grows up with the awareness that she is merely tolerated, an irritant, useless, that she does not deserve love, that she will need to change herself substantially, crush herself down if she is to be married
Hamnet - Maggie O’Farrell
Duke Humphrey’s Library, the Bodleian, Oxford. May 2019.
Re-uploading these because I finally figured out how to format them!! I will never stop being grateful for the chance to study here.
Details: Seascape, Alfred Thompson Bricher, 1890
"The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
I've been thinking about this for weeks:
Gorgeous by Taylor Swift, but it's Neil Perry when meeting one Todd Anderson, because, goddamn, how can someone be that damn pretty. it shouldn't be allowed.
at first he thinks it's envy. it must be.
todd anderson, gorgeous, gorgeous, todd anderson, who is not only beautiful, but so talented, and poetic, and somehow he manages to make tripping over a stair look graceful !
but then, if it truly is envy, why does he love it ?
why does he love the shine in his eyes, and the peeking prose that hides under his lips ?
he's furious. todd anderson is so gorgeous it hurts, and he can't take it. he loves it. he can't breathe. he's never felt this nervous in his life before.
and who knows, if he actually is just painfully in love with those ocean blue eyes looking in his, that's nobody's business but his own. and maybe todd's. with his stupid, gorgeous face.
dark academia is when you have to read the crustiest pdf known to man