a.j.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

[oscarwildin]

and ever since i’ve felt your touch it’s harder to sleep without it

[oscarwildin]

i miss you more now than when i ever had you

[oscarwildin]

and in these so-called “dog days” of summer i find myself situated in a certain sort of melancholy;

perhaps it’s nothing more than the heat.

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

shakespeare villains are funny because there’s a sliding scale from them being understandable characters like claudius or macbeth who are very well-developed and it’s very clear what they’ve done and why and what the stakes are and there’s also kind of this internal moral struggle going on that makes them very believable. and then you have like. don john and richard iii cartoonishly rubbing their hands together and cackling like a looney tunes character as they decide to mess things up for no other reason than that they just announced they are the villain in their first speech, so what else are they going to do for the next 2.5 hours

[oscarwildin]

and then there’s iago—who i undoubtably feel is the most sinister of all shakespeare villains. the betrayed trust and scheming against othello, a man who trusts him so wholly, is unforgivable. and lest we not forget iago has more lines than the play’s namesake only to be his eventual downfall

[oscarwildin]

kill your darlings (2013)

[oscarwildin]

but what if i mess it all up?

[oscarwildin]

i live here, btw

[oscarwildin]

Excerpt from a short story titled All I Ever Wanted, which I wrote a while back:

My brain cries out, I love you, over and over again. I love you, I love you, I love you! Those stupid weighted words that got me here in the first place. I’ve always loved you, and I’m afraid I always will. There’s nothing I can do to get rid of that feeling, no matter how much time passes, or how much space I put between us. I’m sorry.

[oscarwildin]

"I was good... I was really good."

[oscarwildin]

“you know the man you truly are, remus. this heart is where you truly live! this heart, here!”

sirius black i know what you are

[oscarwildin]

“i’m not big on poetry” i, a liar, say as i cry to mary oliver and allen ginsberg

[oscarwildin]

once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered weak and weary,

over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore…

[oscarwildin]

i love you neil perry please don’t die

[oscarwildin]

if only you could see me the way i see myself…

would you still love me the same?

[oscarwildin]

passion bleeds from my fingertips onto the page, inky and smudged from a life long forgotten.

i write to remember, and write to forget, but nothing can subdue the fire in my soul.

[oscarwildin]

hozier was right, i do fall in just a little (oh a little) bit everyday with someone new

[oscarwildin]

love can mean a lot of different things