“Our own selves makes us most unhappy, and that's why we're so anxious to lose them, don't you think?"
- Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“Our own selves makes us most unhappy, and that's why we're so anxious to lose them, don't you think?"
- Donna Tartt, The Secret History
“When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.”
- Albert Camus, A Happy Death
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
- Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
“We were never supposed to be in love; for everything that exists inside a heart eventually dies.”
- Laura Chouette, Profound Reverie
“The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.”
- Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
“Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.”
- Voltaire
“I’m homesick all the time… I just don’t know where home is. There’s this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it’s like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon.”
- Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon
“I wasted all those yesterdays and am completely out of tomorrows.”
- Adam Silvera They Both Die at the End
“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
- Madeline Miller, Song of Achilles
"'Do you fall in love often?' Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends with complete strangers, with nothing at all."
- Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries
Hello my friends! I wanted to share with you a Dark Academia playlist I have been working on! Enjoy!
And if you have any song recommendations I’ll add them!
“We can make do with so little, just the hint of warmth, the slanted light.”
-Holly Fisk, Winter Sun
- Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights