a warm cuppa in your hands, sitting near the window, enjoying the rain
with a sprinkle of amour
The Girl at the Lion d'Or by Sebastian Faulks
The Collector by John Fowles
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë
The Broken Wings by Kahlil Gibran
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy
Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
with a dash of existential crisis
South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky
My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh
Fish in Exile by Vi Khi Nao
No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai
with a pinch of dark academia
The Secret History by Donna Tartt
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
Maurice by E. M. Forster
The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio
with a side of je ne sais quoi
Before the Coffee Gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi
Death with Interruptions by José Saramago
Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke
Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro
On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong
Orlando by Virginia Woolf
After Dark by Haruki Murakami
Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami
God Of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson
The Housekeeper and the Professor by Yōko Ogawa
The Woman in the Purple Skirt by Natsuko Imamura
If Cats Disappeared from the World by Genki Kawamura
under the covers, with a flashlight in your hands, in the middle of the night
Carmilla by Sheridan le Fanu
Dracula by Bram Stoker
Interview with a Vampire by Anne Rice
The Hole by Hye-Young Pyun
The Yellow Wall-Paper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Frankenstein: The 1818 Text by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein by Kiersten White
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux
I’m Thinking of Ending Things by Iain Reid
Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia
The Maidens by Alex Michaelides
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
The Metamorphosis & Other Stories by Franz Kafka
i just want someone to tuck my hair behind my ear and place a soft kiss on my neck. is that too much to ask for?
Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.
— George Orwell
Ek Ladki Ko Dekha Toh Aisa Laga (Part I)
A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we're human?” Pointless, really.... “Do the stars gaze back?” Now, that's a question.
— Neil Gaiman, Stardust
“In college I had a physics professor who wrote the date and time in red marker on a sheet of white paper and then lit the paper on fire and placed it on a metallic mesh basket on the lab table where it burned to ashes. He asked us whether or not the information on the paper was destroyed and not recoverable, and of course we were wrong, because physics tells us that information is never lost, not even in a black hole, and that what is seemingly destroyed is, in fact, retrievable. In that burning paper the markings of ink on the page are preserved in the way the flame flickers and the smoke curls. Wildly distorted to the point of chaos, the information is nonetheless not dead. Nothing, really, dies. Nothing dies. Nothing dies.”
— Nicholas Rombes, The Absolution of Roberto Acestes Laing (via bobschofield)
Moon dust in your lungs,Stars in your eyes.You are the child of cosmos,Ruler of the skies.
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