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sunflorall · 1 year

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what do they put in october and november that makes them the most ungodly mental breakdown psychosis inducing months imaginable. what are they storing in the orange leaves and generally grey drowsy atmosphere

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jayvespertine · 3 months

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— Jay Vespertine; not from a book but from an actual conversation.

#annotated books #bookstagram #poetry books #fictional men #fiction #fan fiction #poetry lovers #aesthetic poetry #poetry #dark academic aesthetic #romantic academia #romantic #dark academia #literature #quotes #poem #light academia #romance #love quotes

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thatdamnokie · 1 year

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i love you fairy tales i love you folklore i love you myths i love you stories as old as humanity itself i love you oral traditions i love you characters carried through time on my ancestors’ tongues i love you story i’ve seen a million ways and want to see a million more i love you archetypes i love—

#personal #uh tags #fairy tales #folklore #mythology #stories #academia #memes #fiction #narratives

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lets-get-lit · 3 months

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I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

#quotes #books #literature #lit #classics #academia #light academia #dark academia #chaotic academia #book #book quotes #quotation #Haruki Murakami #Murakami #Norwegian Wood #Fiction #Romance #Japanese Literature

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jeoncanis · 27 days

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"What do you do for a living?"

Oh I am a professional hopeless romantic and I read books and cry in my free time.

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icarus-archives · 1 year

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lesbian pulp fiction from the 1950s

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manincaffeine · 7 months

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Girls who grew up in their teen years without dating and only got romance via tv/books & films are the baddest bitches

#desiblr #desi tumblr #txt post #desi academia #dark romanticism #fictional characters #romance novels #dark academia #litreture #booklr #light academia #spilled ink #spilled writing #writers on tumblr

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ivynightshade · 3 months

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky.

[text id: i can’t be loved, swallowed or digested. must i make myself smaller?]

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poetryofmuses · 7 months

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I don't want a fictional man. I want to BE fictional. I want to escape this reality and live in a fictional world with him.

#literature #dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #darcy #dorian gray #jane austen #aesthetic poetry #dark academia aesthetic #light academia #art journal #fictional #man #boyfriend #books

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sunflorall · 1 year

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― E.M. Forster, Howards End

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redglassbird · 1 year

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I will NEVER get over the fact that I can write stories. Like I can weave threads of whimsy in a whole new world and make people feel things if I weave them well enough???? Stories are worth so much!!! Lines of poetry are literally currency to me like I get to write little lines and then writing little lines helps me notice things when I read other peoples' lines????? Magic! Whimsy! Characters! Words! Words! Words!

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blood-teeth · 29 days

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E N T E R T H E L A B Y R I N T H

In the Labyrinth, they talk of gods.

They whisper between their fingers and sweeten their breath with the tales of titans of old who once stood so tall that a single breath would cause earth-tremors, their steps reshaping the ground trod beneath them. Their fingers were the tools that smoothed the mountains into points, shaped and carved the ridges and valleys in between. If you hike far enough, one woman claims, if you travel to a point where the oxygen is thin and your vision blacks, you can make out a partial print against the mountainside. You can run your own fingers along its length and still feel the titan’s warmth as if his palm were pressed right against yours.

The woman says, It is a thing of worship. It is a thing of devotion.

In the Labyrinth, they ask you to make you make your body anew before the King of the High Hills. They say that you are alive because you must suffer for the life and love of the Lord, that you must open your body and let him lick along your flesh so that he may taste the endlessness of his perpetual reign.

In the Labyrinth, there is no escape from his touch.

“You have a heavy burden upon you,” the headmaster was saying, teeth and eyes all a glitter under the amber cast candles. “I am not unsympathetic to the arduous path ahead of you—but please understand that this suffering must be experienced for the longevity of the king, for the beautiful life ahead of him. Only he is the one who can shed mortality and raise to the gods, because he is the only one strong enough, courageous enough, to count the cost of living forever. You must succeed where others have failed. You, this class, this is our last chance to mend what has been made broken. You must. You must.”

The Mouths of Elysium is a dark-academia fantasy created with Twine where your choices matter to the story. You live inside the Labyrinth, a maze that hates to become known with walls and paths that change every hour. The center of the Labyrinth sits a university that has been there since the beginning of time; its only purpose is to recruit students who can solve the puzzle of life, who can create an elixir that would allow the King of the High Hills to live past the length of forever. Failure means a fate worse than death.

You are one of those students.

Althea Callaghan - You know her in death. She has been the taste of rot against your tongue, the anger and hurt in your palms. You see the nice, beautiful lines of her teeth and become a creature of grief unfolding unto yourself. Debase yourself with the fervent want of her. Bend at your waist and beg for forgiveness.

You hate her. You want to watch her bleed. She feels the exact same about you, but what she doesn't know is that every waking moment of your life is dedicated to her.

The Princess/Prince - The forgotten child of the throne. The 405th child of His glorious reign. Divinity runs through their veins, the heir to so much power, but they will never see themselves rule the unforgiving landscape of the Labyrinth. Their fate is to die and be buried amongst the endless graves of their dead brothers and sisters. They must do this so the King may live forever.

A fully customizable MC including gender, appearance, and sexuality

A landscape of horror. A landscape that hates you and everyone who might try to understand it. Go beyond the walls and be witness to a reality worse than death

Key choices that will influence your game and experience. Will you succeed or fail?

Learn what it means to be forgiven. Learn what it means to suffer. Become devotion. Become loyalty. Make your body anew before the King of the High Hills

DEMO : TBA (coming soon)

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lets-get-lit · 2 months

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Do not be afraid; our fate Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.

- Dante Alighieri, Inferno

#quotes #books #literature #lit #classics #academia #light academia #dark academia #chaotic academia #book #book quotes #quotation #Dante #dante alighieri #Inferno #Poetry #Fiction

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alienejj · 2 months

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"Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations"

— Vladimir Nabokov.

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bakubunny · 6 months

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denki is the first to admit he gets so pussy drunk on you that sometimes it’s hard to focus on your pleasure. if he’s honest, he feels a little embarrassed about that even though you’ve told him time and again that you love how much he needs your pussy. in fact, you’ve done the courtesy of reminding him more than once that you feel more pleasure and satisfaction when he lets go and fucks you, even if it means he ends up fingering his cum into you until you’re shaking for the first time that night.

still, sometimes he’s self conscious that he’s not like kirishima or bakugo; he’s heard stories once or twice about how kiri’s stamina is unmatched, and bakugo can easily go multiple rounds without blinking. but denki? while he might have size working in his favor, he’s always been a “one and done” kind of guy, and his stamina doesn’t rival the gods. he figured out a while ago that he wanted a solution for that, and he’s certainly found one or two.

denki’s big, soft, manicured hands have made you cum harder than you ever have with anyone else, the way he curls them just right as he rubs against the sweet spot of your soft walls. his long, thick fingers massage and tease tender places inside of you in ways that make your limbs go weak as your head spins. and gosh, seeing his eyes twinkle with pride the first time he successfully made you squirt all over his hand was almost as euphoric as the orgasm itself.

he also has surprising amount of skill and patience with his head between your thighs. he’d stay there all night if you let him. and the way he whimpers and groans when your fingers are tightly wound in his hair, your hips grinding into his face is sometimes all it takes to push you over the edge. you’ll never forget the first time you really sat on his face and pushed your hips into him; he came so hard that a little bit of his cum hit your ass and you hadn’t even touched his dick yet, which soon left you shaking in return….

denki may not be like his two best friends, but he will make damn sure he worships your body, that he still leaves you moaning his name as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re completely spent.

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bakuwhcre · 11 months

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"wake up."

bakugou shouted as he stumbled over to you. his body was littered with scrapes and bruises. as was yours. you both fought so hard-- and you shouldn't have been fighting out there anyway. not when you both had just figured your life out together.

"wake up, nerd."

dropping to his knees, bakugou managed to pull you onto his lap. he pushed some flyaways out of your face, "wake up, [name]. we won. . you won."

why wouldn't you wake up? his face began to twist into worry. he shook your body over and over, cupping your face as he shouted your victory. "you won, nerd! you won! this isn't funny!" his voice cracked and lowered as his and reached for your stomach, laying there for a moment.

heroes, emts, and more began to flood the scene. your body was ripped from bakugou arms.

you were pronounced dead at the scene, and the hero, dynamight, was never the same.

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