the urge to have my hair cut in the Oscar Wilde's style (but not during his Nero era)
The Bowery Presents
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Hole
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Show & Tell
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KIROKAZE
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Noah Kahan

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@i-like-books-and-stuff1
the urge to have my hair cut in the Oscar Wilde's style (but not during his Nero era)
Starting a gofundme for my friend Bunbury who's a terrible invalid,
Light of the Harem, (Details), (c. 1880), by Sir Frederic Leighton (British, 1830 – 1896), oil on canvas, 60 in (152.4 cm) x 32.8 in (83.5 cm), Private Collection
Sacred Music (1915)
by Edward Okuń
Study of Helen (1890) by Gustave Moreau
Absolutely insane lines to just drop in the middle of an academic text btw. Feeling so normal about this.
[ A Critical History of English Literature, Vol. 1, Prof. David Daiches, first published in 1960 ]
i don't need therapy i get to witness oscar wilde editing his manuscript almost in real time
So stupid when a piece of fiction impacts your identity. Like ok bitcj. It worked. Now what.
Me rereading Jane Eyre for the nth time at the age of 23
My dear sir,
art is useless because its aim is simply to create a mood. It is not meant to instruct, or to influence action in any way. It is superbly sterile, and the note of its pleasure is sterility. If the contemplation of a work of art is followed by activity of any kind, the work is either of a very second-rate order, or the spectator has failed to realise the complete artistic impression. A work of art is useless as a flower is useless. A flower blossoms for its own joy. We gain a moment of joy by looking at it. That is all that is to be said about our relations to flowers. Of course man may sell the flower, and so make it useful to him, but this has nothing to do with the flower. It is not part of its essence. It is accidental. It is a misuse. All this is I fear very obscure. But the subject is a long one. Truly yours, Oscar Wilde
(from TheMorgan)
an 1891 letter by Oscar Wilde to Bernulf Clegg
The Boston Daily Globe, Massachusetts, May 23, 1915
Chic and cringe are twin sisters and sometimes they switch places!!!
"camp is their sister" camp is their mama darling.
it’s just my gay little ships holding me together at this point