The Dark Academician

however, darling, i can declare an infatuation.

the courage to initiate conversation with anyone new continuously eludes me, so instead i have contented myself with scrolling endlessly through your blogs. with each post, my infatuation grows. your tastes, what you believe and feel, your words, and the beauty you take joy in has captured my attention. i cannot help but feel that you are the sort of person i could easily grow to love.

unless the universe wishes something different, i will stay a secret admirer steadily falling slightly more infatuated with you as the days pass.

this.

this almost made me cry, it is so sweet.

i could never think that my blog would mean that much to someone, or could even have that impact. so thank you.

even if you’re worried about speaking to me - please stay around, and use my askbox ! n hopefully you’ll message me one day hun, who knows what the future holds

“On leaving home I was able to fabricate a new and far more satisfying history.”

“I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way.”

“I don’t think I can explain the despair my surroundings inspired in me.”

“The great romantics are often failed classicists.”

“But isn’t it always pain that often makes us most aware of self?”

“All she lacks is a mother’s firm hand, but still, for my money, she’s what you call a bramble rose.”

“It’s beautiful here, but the morning light can make the most vulgar things tolerable.”

“And always, always that same toast. Live forever.”

“She was a living reverie for me: the mere sight of her sparked an almost infinite range of fantasy, from Greek to Gothic, from vulgar to divine.”

“My life, which before had been only solitary and miserable. Became unbearable.”

“Time is something which defies spring and winter, birth and decay, the good and the bad, and absolutely indestructible. Duality ceases to exist; “

“We’d all been really, truly out of our minds. And it may be a superhuman effort to loose oneself so completely, but that’s nothing compared to the effort of getting oneself back again.”

“She was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who ate chocolates, a girl who’s hair smelt like hyacinth and who’s scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze.”

“We’d done our errands, not to mention an awful lot of cocaine in the parking lot of Burger King.”

“I suppose it would be interesting to say that at this point I felt torn in some way, grappled with the moral implications of each courses available to me. But I don’t recall experiencing anything of a sort.”

✨ Literature student falling in love with a male architectural student ✨