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"You know, we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages.”

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‘ burning it all to the ground & force them to start again. they made you lose everything. now return the favor. ’
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“ Such hatred in your words ! Can a woman truly have such rage in her dainty heart ? I would not have believed it until this moment. Forgive me , madame. I am of many inclinations , but vengeance is not one of them. Revenge brings satisfaction to the less enlightened. The more DEBASED the people , the more willing they are to commit such atrocities. Me , I never thought it necessary to return hate in kind. In fact , I regularly return it in kindness. “
At the end of his days in Paris , the playwright found himself struggling to keep himself in good health. What he lacked in vitality , however , he made up a tenfold in spirit , often trying to see a positive outlook in even the most dire of situations. No , he had no hate for those who sent him to prison , as it was simply not in his nature. He would much rather forgive them many times over , excusing their actions in any way he could.
❛ in applause there is always a kind of noise ❜
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“ But you would be wrong to think that it is merely noise , Basil. Come , I know that you are no performing artist , but that thunderous applause after each performance , that satisfaction of knowing that the reflection of your heart and soul is received well by the very people you admire , it is , at least for me , very humbling. Can you not imagine it ? The standing ovation , the wide smiles of the audience. Yes , perhaps you are right that there is noise in applause , but one must have the maturity to know that such a noise has meaning. It is the most primal way for humans to express their delight. “
I can’t belive I actually did it.
Send ⚛ for a starter where our muses are human depictions of one of the Seven Deadly Sins

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{ Basil } :
Sleepy sun poured into the room through curtains half-drawn and beyond them the garden moved gently in the breeze. Fatigue rested upon London and though there was a certain urgency to the playwright’s words, the painter oft found himself preoccupied with thoughts of his own. Between his brows settled a line, and nostalgia colored his eyes dull and darker where he stood with his hand resting on his chest without ever realising it. Dorian Gray was far from him now, yet still his presence weighed on him so heavily as did the mere sound of his name in the other’s words.
“A wealthy client ! ” Almost scandalised was he by such reduction of his beloved boy’s character. Hallward barely noted that the other had lit up a cigarette until the odour reached him gentle as the ambiance of the vacant studio. For it was indeed vacant, now months from finishing that fateful portrait, weeks since it has suffered Dorian’s last visit. “You misunderstand me, my friend. Or you simply are unwilling to listen. What I meant to say was, be it your doing or fate’s, our first meeting and what ensued was all as I wanted and could not hope for. I could not complain for the abundance of muse I have had by my side, nor would it be right of me to do so. What passed between us now, however, is between me and Dorian. Really, Oscar, you mustn’t blame yourself. I am sure Dorian doesn’t.”
“ So what I have done then , Basil , was a favour to you ? I must say , during all the years I have known you , I do not believe that you were even thankful , even for a moment , for anything I have done for you. Please , I beg that you do not take this the wrong way. I don’t expect compensation for anything that may or may not have happened in the past. I am merely . . . SURPRISED. For years , you droned on and on of how boring the muses in London were. Now , here I find this charming man , who has wronged you in such a way , and you still claim him to be the most wonderful man you have ever painted ? Forgive me if I sound suspicious or wary , but I have every right to believe that you have some sort of feelings for him. “
In the dreary atmosphere of the half-lit drawing room , Wilde seemed to find comfort in the silence and simplicity of it all. Though he would be the first to admit that he oft made things more complicated for " ART’S SAKE “ , there was something about the lack of effort entirely that was also appealing. As he lounged in the chair , watching the smoke from his cigarette unfurl into the dusty air , forming shapes deemed perfect by God Himself , the playwright found himself drifting into thought. Despite the matter at hand no doubt being serious enough that it required Wilde’s immediate presence , the young man seemed almost disconnected from that reality. Instead , he was in his own , in a world with nothing but his corner of the room and a cigarette.
taken from the book ‘ the gay science ’ by friedrich nietzsche
❛ their whole nature fails to persuade ❜ ❛ they have never remained silence about any of their good deeds ❜ ❛ he always carries a biscuit for cerberus ❜ ❛ either we have no dreams or our dreams are interesting ❜ ❛ let those who have ears, hear ❜ ❛ before the effect one believes in different causes than one does afterward ❜ ❛ anyone with a very loud voice is almost incapable of thinking subtleties ❜ ❛ the purpose of punishment is to improve those who punish ❜ ❛ the sacrificial animal does not share the spectators’ ideas about sacrifice ❜ ❛ our eyes are also intended for hearing ❜ ❛ the mistrustful speak empathetically ❜ ❛ how can one constantly admire without constantly feeling contempt? ❜ ❛ is that not a blasphemy against your ideal? ❜ ❛ in applause there is always a kind of noise ❜ ❛ they are running away from people ❜ ❛ one hears only those questions for which one is able to find answers ❜ ❛ they know how to make things simpler than they are ❜ ❛ this is by all means a matter of taste, nothing more ❜ ❛ i’d sooner have people steal from me than be surrounded by scarecrows & hungry looks ❜ ❛ thoughts are the shadows of our feelings ❜ ❛ all voices sound different in solitude ❜ ❛ who has had the most convincing eloquence so far? ❜ ❛ i spoil the taste of their party for everyone ❜ ❛ some people need open enemies ❜ ❛ they are in a bad way ❜ ❛ we are always only in our own company ❜ ❛ in a moment they will be ready with a lie ❜ ❛ in the end one finds more than one might have wished ❜ ❛ why not be defeated some time too? ❜ ❛ all is lost if we fall ❜ ❛ you have no idea what you are living through ❜ ❛ to have a virtue one must really wish to have it in its most brutal form ❜ ❛ happiness is not nearly so contagious a disease ❜ ❛ even one’s thoughts cannot reproduce entirely in words ❜ ❛ there is no selflessness in my soul ❜ ❛ you are beyond all embarrassment ❜ ❛ i do not want to have people imitate my example ❜ ❛ no victor believes in chance ❜ ❛ what we do is never understood ❜ ❛ those who have greatness are cruel to their virtues ❜ ❛ with a great goal one is superior even to justice ❜ ❛ you shall become the person you are ❜ ❛ what do you love in others? ❜ ❛ i still live, i still think ❜ ❛ we were friends and have become estranged ❜ ❛ few people have faith in themselves ❜ ❛ there is yet another world to be discovered — and more than one ❜ ❛ at the very bottom of my soul i feel grateful to all my misery ❜ ❛ i have given a name to my pain ❜ ❛ one must learn to love ❜
I’m not sure whether or not the photo of a 15 year old Oscar Wilde is real (third picture on the top row) but as compared to these other photos it certainly seems plausible? It doesn’t really clash with the progression as it appears without that picture.
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“ Believe me , Basil , I am more than willing to take full responsibility for this. I know you , and I also know that you would sooner place the blame on yourself , or fate , as you say , before anyone else. You needn’t waste an ounce more of your breath. I have only come to extend my deepest apologies for what transpired. You must know my original intentions - they were to merely acquaint you with a wealthy client ! Of course , I do believe I’d be lying if I were to say that his looks had nary a part in it. “
The clearly-distraught author pulled at his petticoat before he moved it out of the way of his backside to take a seat , massaging a furrowed brow with fingered that were so meticulously manicured. Out of habit , Wilde reached for a cigarette in a rather fruitless attempt to calm himself , instead only adding to his anxiety. Though Dorian Gray was indeed a handsome man , and Wilde was all too familiar with Basil’s inclinations , he had never expected the artist to bemuddle his brain with romantic thoughts of the dandy. It was all too outlandish. In any case , Dorian lacked true culture , an appreciation for art. Wilde figured that the pair would never truly see eye to eye , but at that moment it became wholeheartedly evident that he was deeply mistaken.

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Oscar Wilde in 1882, by Napoleon Sarony.
based on this suggestions blog. warning: these are pretty dark/angry & could be triggering to some people. please be cautious before proceeding!!
‘ all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly & me to not flinch away without meaning to. when will this stop affecting me? ’ ‘ all i want is to be soft & gentle, but i’m made out of steel & anger. maybe in another life, i guess. ’ ‘ beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so choose to see beauty in everything. ’ ‘ burning it all to the ground & force them to start again. they made you lose everything. now return the favor. ’ ‘ do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own? ’ ‘ do you trust me enough? do you trust me at all? ’ ‘ don’t you dare abandon me. ’ ‘ even after all you have done, i will always want you fighting on my side. ’ ‘ every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again. ’ ‘ everyone i have ever loved is long gone. i sing to the sky alone. ’ ‘ everyone i touch gets hurt, but i can’t stop. i touch & i touch & i touch & people get hurt. why can’t i ever stop? ’ ‘ everyone says i used to be a hero, but i can still taste the blood in my mouth & still feel bruises blooming because of my fists & my eyes are still stretched wide & terrified. ’ ‘ everything i love has been taken from me. what do i have left to fight for? ’ ‘ fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong. ’ ‘ friends are more important than any material object will ever be. ’ ‘ i am aching to hold you & keep you safe, to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you. ’ ‘ i am divine & you will bow before me. ’ ‘ i am fucking divine. ’ ‘ i am in control & i listen to no one. ’ ‘ i am not a good person. don’t pretend i am. ’ ‘ i am not accustomed to love. this is a learning experience. ’ ‘ i am not worth saving & i am not worth redemption. let me stay in the dark. ’ ‘ i am so tired all the time, all i want to do is rest. ’ ‘ i am too tired to deal with any of this. ’ ‘ i bow to no man. ’ ‘ i broke into sharp pieces when i broke & i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together. i’m sorry. ’ ‘ i can give you your wings back & i can show you to fly once more, if you only believe in me. ’ ‘ i cannot be saved. ’ ‘ i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people. i can bear this weight on my own. i have to. ’ ‘ i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you, but i loved you too much to notice. ’ ‘ i crave affection in the simplest way. ’ ‘ i deserve to hurt. i deserve to bleed. ’ ‘ i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me. ’ ‘ i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer, as long as it leaves your lips. ’ ‘ i don’t fight for you anymore. ’ ‘ i don’t want to let go of you. not now, not ever. ’ ‘ i don’t want to talk about it. i don’t want to remember. i don’t want to heal. all i want is for it to go away. ’ ‘ i don’t want you to touch me. please don’t touch me, just go away. ’ ‘ i feel anger deeper than my bones. i feel anger in my very soul. ’ ‘ i feel nothing at all, except for when i feel everything all at once. ’ ‘ i have fallen & though i may miss the sky, i belong here now. ’ ‘ i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine. ’ ‘ i have no home anymore. ’ ‘ i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand & then i remember nothing. ’ ‘ i see beauty in everything, but especially in you. ’ ‘ i should never have fallen in love with you. ’ ‘ i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me. now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away. ’ ‘ i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe. ’ ‘ i will never amount to anything. i am a failure in the worst type of way. ’ ‘ i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me & maybe someday it will be true. ’ ‘ if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore. ’ ‘ if you ask me to, i will set the whole world on fire, my dear. it’s all for you. ’ ‘ is it my fault? it’s my fault. it’s always my fault. ’ ‘ it’s not murder if they deserved it, right? ’ ‘ i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me, choking on anger & suffocating on sadness. ’ ‘ i’m in love with everything that hurts me. ’ ‘ i’m okay. i’m alright. this is all in my mind. ’ ‘ i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me. ’ ‘ i’m so cold & i can’t stop shaking. i am not who you think i am. ’ ‘ i’m so tired all the time & i just want to be awake again. ’ ‘ i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten. i just want someone to remember me. ’ ‘ i’m tired of fighting everything in my life. just make it stop. ’ ‘ i’m too tired to care. blow up, get angry at me. i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it. ’ ‘ jealousy burns within me. ’ ‘ just let me go in peace for once in my damn life. ’ ‘ loneliness is a disease & it leaves me empty & hollow, like sound goes through my body & bounces back. ’ ‘ made of starlight & sunshine, i shine brighter than they all know. ’ ‘ my anger is righteous & my actions are pure. ’ ‘ my chest aches & my lungs burn. this sickness comes from the inside. ’ ‘ my chest hurts & all i need is some comfort & understanding. ’ ‘ my chest hurts & i ache to go back to the sky. ’ ‘ my shoulders are aching where wings used to be & all i want is for them to stop hurting. ’ ‘ pull me apart & piece me together in your own way. make me perfect. ’ ‘ righteous fury throws through my veins & if you touch the people i love i will destroy you. ’ ‘ rise up. you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more. ’ ‘ say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue. ’ ‘ so much blood has been spilled in my name. time to make you believe it was in yours. ’ ‘ so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent, but not when i scream & plead for help? fuck off. ’ ‘ sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want. ’ ‘ stay away from my fucking friends. stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you. ’ ‘ stop treating me like i’m an idiot. you aren’t better than me in any way & you better remember that. ’ ‘ the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue. ’ ‘ the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it. ’ ‘ to love them is my divine right. ’ ‘ voices whisper from the shadows & they fill my mind with thoughts of you. ’ ‘ what did i to wrong to be so unloved? ’ ‘ what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it? ’ ‘ who the fuck do you think you are? ’ ‘ why can’t i ever fucking stop crying? ’ ‘ with a new year comes new tests & triumphs. let’s try to make the most out of it. ’ ‘ would it really kill you to be honest for once? ’ ‘ yes, i remember my wings breaking & being destroyed. i was powerless to stop it. ’ ‘ you are not required to love your parents, or to even like them. ’ ‘ you can’t hate me more than i hate myself, but you are more than welcome to try. ’ ‘ you may say you love me, but you love only a part of me. i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being. ’ ‘ you never fucking cared about me. don’t fucking lie about it. not to me. ’ ‘ you remind me of mint. fresh, sharp, kind of cold, but in a nice way. i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite. ’ ‘ you shine light in even the darkest parts of me. you are my sun. ’ ‘ you should fear me, but you don’t. i will be eternally puzzled, yet grateful. ’ ‘ you touch me & my skin burns & it burns for you, always you. ’
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
Give him a MASK,
and he will tell you
the truth.
Mr. Wilde, out of all of the characters you created, which ones do you think you would get along with, and which ones would you hate to be stuck in a room with for more than a few minutes? Just curious~
“ In every character , an author sees in it a part of himself , otherwise he’d have naught to write about. In my case , I incorporate into my characters my horrible FLAWS , all of which I can see as clear as day , as tangible as you are in front of me. I should think it absolutely DREADFUL to be holed up with even a single one of them , save perhaps a few lady characters whose inspirations were drawn from dear female friends. Apologies that I cannot be more specific , for I fear that it is a much more difficult question to answer than it at first seems. “

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Mr. Wilde, if you could chose to turn into any animal at all, real or fantasy, at will, what would you choose, and why?
Amused by the question , Wilde thought to humour the stranger by answering him in the most genuine way possible. It was something that had never crossed his mind before , and he realised that perhaps this was important information that someone ought to know. Why , what should happen if he left this world without knowing what sort of animal he wanted to be ?
“ I should think that a BIRD suits me well. They are such elegant , marvelous creatures. It is also true that they fly where they like , and do as they please. Should I be a bird that is not prized in hunting , such as a pigeon , I believe that I would have a good chance of living long. Rather , as long as a bird should live , which may only be for a handful of years , but at least those years would be MEANINGFUL. “