“He’s just so… different from the others~ a puzzle that I can’t solve~”
We are all works of art. The point is that our real value make us more expensive or cheaper as we give meaning to it ourselves. The canvas is like our appearance from birth. It can be very rich, of high quality, but if the artist is not virtuous, it will not worth anything, since the painting will be ugly, the essence will be ugly. However, if the painter is virtuous, even an old rag can become a masterpiece.
Victorian 40yo men be like: mmm yes, my dearest 12yo cousin, i come to you with a marriage proposal, i will lock you in a house till you turn of age, then i will slowly allow you to interact with society.
The Pan American Exposition, 1901
today I started and ended reading Teleny by Oscar Wilde(?). ok before reading I knew it is about gays but I wasn’t prepared for how much.. hey I loved it really and yes of course I was crying at the end ahhh man
i totally recommend if you fancy some literally p*rn and tragedy