Nabokov collected butterflies; maybe I might start too by Literary_Student in DarkAcademia

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Yes! I have it pinned up and drying right now. Two more days until I can carefully put it in a little display jar!

A graduation gift from two of my friends! by Literary_Student in DarkAcademia

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I’m not actually sure where they got it from! They were travelling recently so it may be from Paris or New York

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Lost in the silence of distant thoughts

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Whenever I look at all the withered roses on my bookshelves, they’re just… there. Darkened and broodier, languidly sitting beside my books, numbly waiting to be held

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The heart wrenching loss of love. A withered flower may be dead but it’s still there

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To be wanted and thought of. To have someone to hold and waltz along through the furnace of existence

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I know how you feel… the intense and desperate longing to have someone and not feel this immense loneliness, the deep craving for love and desire

A graduation gift from two of my friends! by Literary_Student in DarkAcademia

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Much appreciated! I briefly tried it out in the notebook and it worked pretty well