You wake every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before and that my love is bravery.
~ unknown
What a beautiful book. The afterword of made me cry after a long emotional journey of small glimpses of his life:
"...the coffin had been covered with yellow flowers, 'his favorite color [...] a symbol of the light of which he dreamed both in his heart and in his work.'"
— Van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh
Oh to be the Broken Ace.
To be so good at everything that you’re never good enough.
To walk around with a regal air that nobody questions because your reputation always precedes you.
People avoid you because they don’t trust themselves to act around you.
Even more, they don’t trust your response.
The people around you harbour the worst kind of doubt, the deepest kind of fear, the most damaging kind of insecurity.
And that’s the thing.
You are good.
Annoyingly so.
Your all-consuming demons have made sure of it.
A tiny devil vitrified in a prism of glass. In the 18th century, the Imperial Treasury of Vienna attested that this was a real demon which had been trapped in glass during an exorcism in Germany a century earlier. From the Kunsthistorisches Museum Collection, Vienna.
ordered a customizable spotify plaque for more dark academia vibes
“We worship perfection because we can’t have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
“I do not suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it”
— Edgar Allen Poe
What is dark academia, if not studying late into the night on dangerous amounts of caffeine
van gogh's starry night as a kindle cover
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath