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Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days.

Oscar Wilde, in a letter written to Lord Alfred Douglas, January 1893 (via wildelyinappropriate)

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writing style: author from the 1800s with a severe love of commas whose sentences last half a page 

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the last words of Louis XIV, the Sun King, who died of gangrene on September 1, 1715

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sehun // l’optimum thailand magazine

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me: pass the aux i got some 🔥🔥🔥

me: [plays iliad audiobook in the original greek]

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you wanna see some badass shit from the early 20th century?? The Lumière brothers created the first full color photograph… in fucking 1903! So these dudes dyed potatoes (in red, blue, and green), mashed them down into just pure fuckin’ starch, and used these dyed potato starches as filters to block out/let in certain wavelengths of light. They coated one side of a glass plate with the starches and sensitized the other side with a mixture of gelatin and light sensitive materials (silver nitrate) and loaded these plates in their cameras.. This is a really simple explanation of the process and I may have missed some things A few of my favorite autochrome photos:

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Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via merkuriallyblak)

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anyone straight: i just wish th- me: OSCAR WILDE WAS MURDERED. I WISH OSCAR WILDE WASNT MURDERED. LETS TALK ABOUT OUR WISHES

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Oscar Wilde seemed to me like a great big, splendid boy. So frank, and so outspoken, and so manly. I don’t know why such cruel things are said of him.

Walt Whitman (via wildelyinappropriate)

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The Prince of Fancy Jackets will be in the Royal Shakespeare Theatre until August 13!

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And yet they, who passed away long ago, still exist in us, as predisposition, as burden upon our fate, as murmuring blood, and as gesture that rises up from the depths of time.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet

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International book covers of Shakespeare’s Hamlet.

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Did I see the moonlight shining on it? Did I actually reach out my arms toward it, toward paradise falling, like the fading of the dearest, wildest hope— the dark heart of the story that is all the reason for its telling?

Mary Oliver, from “The Chance to Love Everything,” in Dream Work (Atlantic Monthly Press, 1986)

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yes, but have u ever considered that hamlet and horatio are totally making out at the beginning of 1.4

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please remember there is no doctor frankenstein. he is just a boy. he skips class to piece together a body and can’t even remember to eat and sleep and when he gives life to the body he freaks the fuck out and sets the place on fire. he doesn’t answer letters and he cries all the time but he refuses to accept comfort from anyone.

who tf called him doctor frankenstein and why is he known as that he’s like eighteen years old and is a doctor of nothing but disappointment and bad parenting.

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An aerial view of Leptis Magna in western Libya, one of the largest and best preserved Roman cities. 146 BC