dorian-gray*

The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.
—  Oscar Wilde, The Picture Of Dorian Gray

         It’s my belief that Dorian Gray, long before the portrait is painted, was some sort of supernatural creature. I haven’t yet figured out which, but in the book, his has the allure that draws people to him but also scares those around him. Basil when he first sees him tries to escape, to run from whatever it is he sees. Now what he is.. That’s unknown to me yet, as I don’t have any prove other than gut feelings and instincts. 
          It’d actually explain quite a lot to be honest. Like how he it’s nearly impossible to say no to him, and how he could talk people into following him down the path he leads with no care for themselves. 
           We know so little about his mother and father that it’s feasible.

anonymous asked:

what are ur top 5 favorite books ever!?

Emma-Jane Austen, Mansfield Park-Jane Austen, A Picture of Dorian Gray-Oscar Wiled, Great Expectations-Charles Dickens, and Bram Stokers Dracula. There are so many other books that i adore but these five i have read a number of times and they never get old.  

I was tagged by lesfleursdelart :

Name: Gemma

Birthday: April 11th

Sexual orientation: not applicable

Height: 155cm/5’1”

Favourite colour: black

Current date/ time: 25/01/2015, 21:10

Last thing you Googled: ”pressed poppy”

First thing that comes to mind: no

Favourite book(s): Brideshead Revisited, The Picture of Dorian Gray, The Great Gatsby, etc

Favourite movies: Marie Antoinette, Dead Poets Society, Amélie, Billy Eliot, etc

Favourite drink: tea

Favourite alcoholic beverage: mojitos

Last movie I saw in theatre: Maleficent

Dream holiday: Venice-Simplon Orient Express

Dream Wedding: no wedding at all

Dream job: museum curator, historical advisor

Average hours of sleep: 7-8

Number of blankets I sleep under: duvet (I distrust people who sleep under many blankets instead of getting a duvet)

Favorite shows: Downton Abbey lights my world

Favorite food: beautiful carbs, cheese, spinach and chickpeas

Favorite drunk food: I’ve never eaten while drunk 

Favorite place to shop for clothes: low-budget, high street type chain stores like Zara and H&M, only when I think the price fits the quality of whatever I’m going to buy, which is usually when the item is on sale (I’m very patient when it comes to saving money)

Last book I read: A Handful of Dust, Evelyn Waugh

A place that makes me happy: European historic city centres

What are you doing today: literally nothing

FROM THE VAULTS:

Gay Literature

The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.

At Swim, Two Boys, Jamie O’Neill

It was this way whenever their bodies met, if limping he brushed against him or laughing he squeezed his arm. The touch charged through like a sputtering tram-wire until it wasn’t Doyler he felt but what Doyler touched, which was himself. This is my shoulder, this my leg.

Moab Is My Washpot, Stephen Fry

And then I saw him and nothing was ever the same again.

Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh

I have a good mind not to take Aloysius to Venice. I don’t want him to meet a lot of horrid Italian bears and pick up bad habits. 
Love or what you will. 
S.

Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin

‘Love him,’ said Jacques, with vehemence, ‘love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters? […]’

Maurice, E.M. Forster

Did you ever dream you had a friend, Alec? Someone to last your whole life and you his. I suppose such a thing can’t really happen outside sleep.

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, Michael Chabon

As he watched Joe stand, blazing, on the fire escape, Sammy felt an ache in his chest that turned out to be, as so often occurs when memory and desire conjoin with a transient effect of weather, the pang of creation.

The Line of Beauty, Alan Hollinghurst

He wanted pure compliments, just as he wanted unconditional love.

Crush, Richard Siken

All night I streched my arms across 
him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing 
with all my skin and bone ”Please keep him safe. 
Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be 
like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed 
to pieces.” 

Will Grayson, Will Grayson, David Levithan and John Green

You like someone who can’t like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

The Unquiet Grave
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My breast it is as cold as clay,
My breath smells earthly strong;
And if you kiss my cold clay lips,
Your days they won’t be long,
Your days they won’t be long.

O down in yonder grave, sweetheart,
Where you and I would walk,
The first flower that ever I saw
Is withered to a stalk,
Is withered to a stalk.

The stalk is witherd and dry, sweetheart,
And the flower will never return;
And since I lost my own sweetheart,
What can I do but mourn?
What can I do but mourn?

When shall we meet again, sweetheart?
When shall we meet again?
When the oaken leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again,
Are green and spring up again”

                            “When Lucifer fall, it doesn’t fall alone”

All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
—  Oscar Wilde, from the preface for The Picture of Dorian Gray