DARK ACADEMIA

What is art? A declaration of love: the consciousness of our dependence on each other. A confession. An unconscious act that nonetheless reflects the true meaning of life-love and sacrifice.

I sleep, I sleep a lot, I sleep for years — but I love you in my sleep too, carrying you in my dreams.

To love. To surrender absolutely, to prostrate oneself before the divine image, to die a thousand imaginary deaths, to annihilate every trace of self, to find the whole universe embodied and enshrined in the living image of another.

// Sapiens, A brief history of humankind

“You have embroidered

Red flowers On my soul.”

“Please hurry up, my love! I've had quite, quite enough of this separation.”

It's July and I have hope in who I am becoming.

“My swan, my queen, my angel, muse of my dreams.”

“The solemn witchery

painted in your mystic eyes.”

And I do love you. And you are awfully interesting. And I want to protect you from all pains and terrors.

I don't know what it means to love people halfway, it's not in my nature. My affections are always excessive.

I resent the sun, the way it kisses your skin. That should be me.

That should be me.