Masterpost Of Free Gothic Literature & Theory

the miracle of being here

invitation, mary oliver// @arthoesunshine // when death comes, mary oliver//to be alive, gregory ott// the dead poets society(1989), quote: walden, henry david thoreau// joseph campbell// the aeneid, virgil// @babyangel-jpg // @rawjoy //sweet, charles bukowski// that it will never come again, emily dickinson// bjenny montero// ? // ? // moments, mary oliver// madness a bipolar life, marya hornbacher// wild geese, mary oliver// letters to a young poet, rainer maria rilke// on earth we're briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong// @ashstfu // i thought on his desire for three days, linda gregg

which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?

Just INFP Things

Doing stupid or clumsy things because you forgot to pay attention to the real world again; walked into doors, burned your food, maybe ran a red light…

When someone is having feelings in your vicinity, you are having those feelings right along with them, even if you don’t know them or why they’re upset

Art vs. Science

Really wanting to have your life all organized and together, but also being the sort of person who just doesn’t do that

When you look at a thing and it reminds you of another thing but nobody else sees it and you become the “weird” one

Dropping everything you’re doing to Google something you got curious about, or draw an image that occured to you, or in any way indulging a sudden burst of imagination before it slips away and your boring life returns

Having to say “I don’t know how to explain it, it’s just this feeling” on a daily basis to a bunch of blank faces

Nobody seems to appreciate the value of a long walk by yourself

The sensible, logical voice in your head is constantly facepalming at all the stupid stuff you do, even though it told you it was a bad idea

Your best solution to potential problems is “I’ll just take to the woods and live with trees where nobody will care what I do”

“What are you staring at?”, “What are you smiling about?”, “Why the sudden gasp?”

When you’re focused on something important then you start thinking all these other thoughts about the thing and then it snowballs and you realize you have no idea what you were focused on to begin with

Me

i gave up, on me

im my only mine

and i gave up on me.

i have no value

and there's no worth to me

my efforts & my work

has proven nothing to me

stranger in the mirror

becoming more unappealing to me

i was my only mine

and i gave up on me

we were great together

for brief of time

it was a fun 'we'

i wasted our time

like gold but free

guess I'll never know myself

and whats holding me back

is this the voice of someone else?

or a deliberate devil inside of me?

well, i should not bother

and get used to things

as they are, maybe.

because, it's my ability

to not change, and waste my youth

probably.

its snowballing downwards

absorbing and destroying everything

the end won't be peaceful

the end won't be prettty

i owe my life to someone else

there is nothing in me

i was my only mine

and i give up, on me

“Even amidst the hatred and carnage, life is still worth living. It is possible for wonderful encounters and beautiful things to exist.”

— Hayao Miyazaki

sorry professor i did not do this asisgnemtn becuase i was too sad! NO consequences please. goodbye

Barracks Home

by Tojo Suyemoto

This is our barracks, squatting on the ground, Tar papered shacks, partitioned into rooms By sheetrock walls, transmitting every sound Of neighbor’s gossip or the sweep of brooms The open door welcomes the refugees, And now at least there is no need to roam Afar: here space enlarges memories Beyond the bounds of camp and this new home. The floor is carpeted with dust, wind-borne Dry alkalai, patterned with insect feet, What peace can such a place as this impart? We can but sense, bewildered and forlorn, That time, disrupted by the war from neat Routines, must now adjust within the heart.

“I know I’m not easy to love. I’m a chronic over-thinker. I overreact more than I should…And every once in a while, I might be a little insecure. But if I am in love with you, I can promise you wholeheartedly that you will be loved with so much passion and intensity that you’ll forget what life felt like before I came along. You will always be cared for and you will always have someone in your corner. Maybe I’m not the best at being loved - But I like to think I’m pretty good at loving.”

— Chelsea Carroll

The Goldfinch - Carel Fabritius (1654)

A goldfinch is sitting on its feeder, chained by its foot. Goldfinches were popular pets, as they could be taught tricks like drawing water from a bowl with a miniature bucket.This is one of the few works we know by Fabritius. He painted the goldfinch with clearly visible brushstrokes. He depicted the wing in thick yellow paint, which he scratched with the handle of his brush.

THE TRIAL OF OSCAR WILDE

1960

You can watch this free on YouTube !!

Oscar Wilde is at the peak of his career and fame as an artist but has to face downfall when he challenges Lord Queensbury to the court, for defaming him.

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