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Only Sofia Coppola could understand me.
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My Marvel OC Rocket Man
He's a Majesdanian (alien) who lives in London 🇬🇧 he's posh and silly. He also loves beans on toast.
"İşte, sonunda gerçek bir sevgili," dedi Bülbül. "Hiç tanımadan kim bilir kaç gece onun uğruna dem çektim; kim bilir kaç gece yıldızlara onun öyküsünü anlattım ve şimdi karşımda işte..."
"Bana kırmızı bir gül ver," diye yalvardı, "sana en güzel şarkımı söyleyeyim. "
"Bana son bir şarkı söyle," diye fısıldadı, "sen gidince yapayalnız kalacağım."
Oscar Wilde-Bülbül İle Gül🌹🐦
I looove the Patrick Melrose novels with all my heart. St. Aubyn has to be one of the wittiest writers since Oscar Wilde. His style is so sharp and intelligent.
“The claim that every man kills the thing he loves seemed to him a wild guess compared with the near certainty of a man turning into the thing he hates.”
— Edward St. Aubyn, Never Mind
Books like Dorian Gray?
I am looking for good Horror/ Mystery Literature like the Picture of Dorian Gray, Frankenstein or the stories by Edgar Allan Poe. Do you guys have any recommendations for me? Am not as familiar with that genre as i would like to be.
"Alle anziehenden Leute sind immer im Kern verdorben, darin liegt das Geheimnis ihrer sympathischen Kraft. Wenn man sich auch wünscht, tugendhaft zu bleiben, stellt man eines Tages fest, dass die wirklich glücklichen Augenblicke jene gewesen sind, die man der Sünde gewidmet hat."
Oscar Wilde
- eins meiner lieblingszitate
"It is thy mouth that I desire, Iokanaan. Thy mouth is like a band of scarlet on a tower of ivory. It is like a pomegranate cut in twain with a knife of ivory. The pomegranate flowers that blossom in the gardens of Tyre, and are redder than roses, are not so red. The red blasts of trumpets that herald the approach of kings, and make afraid the enemy, are not so red. Thy mouth is redder than the feet of those who tread the wine in the wine-press. It is redder than the feet of the doves who inhabit the temples and are fed by the priests. It is redder than the feet of him who cometh from a forest where he hath slain a lion, and seen gilded tigers. Thy Mouth is like a branch of coral that fishers have found in the twilight of the sea, the coral that they keep for the kings!.. It is like the vermilion that the Moahites find in the mines of Moab, the vermilion that the kings take from them. It is like the bow of the King of the Persians, that is painted with vermilion, and is tipped with coral. There is nothing in the world so red as thy mouth…
Suffer me to kiss thy mouth."
© Oscar Wilde, "Salomé"
/art: Lunatic Sun/
I started to think of historical events like: this happend before Oscar Wilde was born, this while he lived and this after his death and I honestly don't regret anything.
If wit was healthy, Oscar Wilde would have lived forever.
"Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day"
crying is the refuge of plain women , but the ruin of pretty ones.
- Oscar Wilde
With very swift and running feets you had passed from Romance to Realism.
Oscar Wilde
I care less when I think that he is thinking of me. I think of nothing else.
Oscar Wilde, once said, “I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.”
River Song, later tells the Doctor, “Oh, it’s my diary. One should always have something sensational to read on a spaceship.”
Not platonic, not romantic, but a secret third thing (the tragedy of a friendship so colored by romance)
"If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all"
Oscar Wilde
Picture painted by Daniel F. Gerhartz
"I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them"
Oscar Wilde, "The Picture of Dorian Gray"
"No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist”
– Oscar Wilde
"We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell"
- Oscar Wilde
Picture painted by Zdzisław Beksiński, 1976