#oscar wilde

Oscar no longer lives with me…
He’s staying at my parents place rn because I’ve had to move for college and didn’t want to subject him to a tiny apartment.
I love him dearly and still see him every fortnight, it’s just better for him with my parents until I get on my feet again…
I’m sorry to disappoint you guys…

We all bleed; I’m just ill-bred about it.

Of the twenty-seven holes so far bored

through my flesh all were amateurish, split

seconds of poor choices. There’s no reward

for a gauche childhood other than blatant

bleeding while your betters smirk. Oscar Wilde

never tripped on rusty farm equipment.

No one in Bronski Beat had such reviled

puncture wounds. Jinkies! I hear their peevish,

“Tsks,” each time I must take off my trousers.

Tsks and, “If you call that mutilating.”

Twenty-seven scars and not one foppish

gaffe; just crackups, buckshot, brass knucks, a spur.

–– Redundant wounds. –– Tedious hemorrhaging.

yanlış görebilirsin, yanlış bilebilirsin, hatta yanlış düşünebilirsin ama yanlış hissedemezsin.

ekol frankfurt

satandrankmy-coffee:

In Victorian England, lilacs the flower implied being reminded of a first or an old love.

Excuse me while I go and bury my face in a pillow and screech.

dead-poets-academia:

Oscar Wilde // The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.”

— Oscar Wilde

reading with a pretty view is like a warm hug.

“Spirit” (1885) painted by French Painter and Illustrator, George Roux (1853-1929).

i love the rain. especially when it starts early in the morning. i love looking out to see a gloomy sky, i love the slight breeze as you open your window, i love the sound it makes as it touches the surface. i’ve come to appreciate life more every time it rains.

nobody asked but..

i love this <33

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”

— L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables.

study hard, become rich, and buy multiple books everyday. that’s the goal.

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”

— Maya Angelou

they were just two damaged people trying to heal each other.

always enjoy the little things in life, because one day you’ll look back and realize they were big things.

“I am made of memories.”

— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles.

watching the sunset, going on late night drives, soft radio noise, looking at the stars, light warm breezes, and closing your eyes and being content with where you are at that moment.

“…not all stories have happy endings; but that doesn’t mean they’re not worth the read.”

— Cassia Leo,Black Box.

home is where the trees and mountains are.

“Ah! There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort.”

— Jane Austen, Emma.

if you’ve ever felt unwanted/unneeded in any kind of relationship, i want this to be your reminder that you deserve the absolute world and you should be treated right.

sometimes i read a phrase in a poem or a story or i see the clouds amble in the sky traced by sunlight or i hear a specific combination of notes on a piano and i just get so overwhelmed with a really specific feeling that i can’t really name but i know that this feeling is so human and so tender at its core and that i am a tiny little part of a world so delightfully rich with sensations and i exist to experience this very feeling because it stems from the pure human love for coexistence with the world