copying.
This guy had the perfect vows.
His vows: "I will kill the spiders. I will share my fries with you when you've finished all yours and are still hungry. I won't ever pop my collar. I will never be rude to your tummy- when I hear it growl and gurgle, I promise to bend down and reply respectfully. I will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. I will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. I’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. I will be the big spoon. I will let you win at wrestling. sometimes. other times I will not. I will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule . just whenever I want to. whenever I think you need one. or seven. I will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. I will hold your hand. I will love you. I will love you. I will love you.
“He who is of high rank would do well to notice everything good about other people. In this way one keeps them in a state of pleasant dependence.”
—Daybreak, §278 (edited excerpt).
taking photos whenever you go out, is my thing
“I’m not wise at all. I told you, I know nothing. I know books, and I know how to string words together—it doesn’t mean I know how to speak about the things that matter most to me.”
~ André Aciman , call me by your name
if you write me poetry, buy me paints, or sing to me- just go ahead and propose, because i’m yours forever.
doesn't it feels like authenticity is missing in our age's work and art. like yes, its beautiful but the essence of originality is absent and its defying the art's virtue
“I need someone real, who will be right for me now, here, and soon.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962
serotonin dose guys!
by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then – in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life – was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.
concept: me, laying in the sun on the softest grass imaginable. i have nowhere to go, no one to be
THE TRIAL OF OSCAR WILDE
1960
You can watch this free on YouTube !!
Oscar Wilde is at the peak of his career and fame as an artist but has to face downfall when he challenges Lord Queensbury to the court, for defaming him.
#thetrialofoscarwilde#thetrialofoscarwilde1960#oscarwilde
just a lost 18 year old kid in search of something (he/him)
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