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Love is sacrifice

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Give me a Dark Academia Love.

Give me a dark academia love.

Give me passionate night conversation about the first time we heard the fate of Julius Caesar.

Give me touching each other’s arm, sweetly, nicely, while we just stay silent and express our love with the power of slow graze on bare skin, in a totally affectionate and non-sexual way.

Give me a love that we can talk of as Achilles’ for Patroclus as well as Alexander’s for Hephaestion.

Give me falling asleep on your chest, hearing the sound of your heart.

Give me plans for trips to Rome, where we can visit the Pantheon hand in hand.

Give me us laughing as hell and just looking at each other and finding no way and no reason to stop.

Give me nights spent watching Audrey Hepburn movies.

Give me us cooking dinner together, while you tell me of the last book you finished and I tell you about the last thing I’ve studied.

Give me passionate conversation about what a freaking genius Harry Houdini was.

Give me late night reads of the works of Sappho on the balcony and thinking that someone did, indeed, remember them.

Give me us fighting over which is best, the Iliad or the Odyssey and then us agreeing the Aeneid is absolutely great.

Give me you sleeping until late in the morning and me taking you some coffee in bed.

Give me you calling me with ancient pet names, such as “Melilla” or “Deliciae” or Italian ones such as “Amore” or “Cara”.

Give me a dark academia love.

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“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)

awkward how reassuring i find this

“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”

— Katherine Henson

How do i rewrite the stars

How can you say it'll be fine

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