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[rxmanticdevil]

oh, you’re a wanted criminal? that’s so hot

#{museperation} #((Cross posting from my One Piece blog to my RDR2 blog loool)) #((me @ RHP #and Josiah @ half his ships here)) #((I'll also be writing eventually again but it's been a bit of a struggle as of late))

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coyotesteeth​:

    He thinks he’s acting ridiculous. What kind of hardened killer needs to be helped and cared for? Why was this something that left him so vulnerable? It’s pathetic.

But he can’t bring himself to stop it. Johann wants to stay in the man’s arms, keep being embraced. Loved and cared for. Desires he had been neglecting for so long that actually receiving then feels like a dream. Maybe he was really bleeding out in some forgotten place, or a ditch, and this was all just his dying fever dream. Why does that seem like the more realistic reality?

Laying down? Johann lifts his head up, very tentatively nosing at the other’s cheek. “Yeah, I… that sounds nice.” Though he doesn’t really want to pull away from Josiah, doing so slowly and only to kick his boots off. It wouldn’t be very fair to track a bunch of dirt into the bed, would it?  And he looks back at Josiah with a sheepish, a bit of a nervous, expression.  

“Uh, how do you wanna do this?”

Slow and steady. No sudden movements. Allowing for comfort and disallowing anything that could be construed as an unwelcome surprise. It was as though he were attempting to keep the attention of a fawn. However, despite his desires to keep his true self hidden in fear of it being used against him, these actions were certainly calling out his innermost being. The one that was tender, the one his little sons knew, the one who did deeply care for those important to him. It was a risk even now, revealing this self to Johann.

But it would be okay. He remained close as Johann removed muddy shoes, appreciating the attention to details. It was always quite common for these gunslinger types to forget such common decency. The amount of times he himself needed to remind one of them to bathe was always astounding. 

At the question, he slowly pulled away just for a moment, but kept a gentle and firm grip on Johann’s hand. Stepping backwards and out of his own shoes he pulled the other towards the bed in the center of the hotel room. A nice place he had talked himself into while doing business in the area. Pulling his hand away for just a moment he removed his jacket, vest, and puff tie, placing them with care off to the side before taking a seat on the bet and laying down while making space for Johann, “this spot looks like it’s just perfect for you, doesn’t it?” he gestured to the empty bit of comforter right in front of him. “Now, come here before you catch cold.”

#coyotesteeth #{verse: main} #((snuggle buddies ftw))

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@causeitsmyboat​  ❝ Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything. ❞

Dorian Gray Starters

“Quite a shame, is it not? Though in my experiences, I have to say it seems quite a lot of people are stuck on the idea of money being everything,” it was how he survived, after all. People putting such value in coin and bills. They flaunted their treasures and through such actions Josiah was able to find exactly what they had to alleviate them of their monetary and valuable burdens. In fact, the day people failed to put stake in such things was the day Trelawny himself would grow concerned for his own future. 

“I do long for those days when it was love that was everything,” oh, the romantic in him would never fail to long for such. “However, I am just a fool, you know.” The practical side of him, much larger than one might think should they just listen to his words and not understand his whole, told him that through being perceived as a bumbling romantic who longed for a simple world he could perhaps find out more about his current companion. And find if there were any... valuables that he needed to be alleviated of.  

#causeitsmyboat #{verse: main} #((Hello there!!))

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wiiaca​:

𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡    𝐰𝐚𝐬    𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞    𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥    𝐲𝐞𝐭    𝐟𝐨𝐫    𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭    𝐟𝐞𝐰    𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬    𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠    𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐰    𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠    𝐭𝐨    𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧    𝐚𝐥𝐥    𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝    𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞.

It’s  like  her  attention  has  been  divided  in  ten  different  ways.  It’s  chaotic.  She  can  only be  stretched  so  thin.  She  doesn’t  know  what  Josiah  knows  but  she  doesn’t  see  the harm  in  him  knowing.  This  far  with  no  results  for  Milton  to  mewl  over,  well,  it’s  not like  she  was  under  contract.  Money  can  be  earned  elsewhere.  

Hands  sweep  over  her  features,  brushing  hair  as  she  picks  up  the  axe  and  splits  a log  with  a  single,  precise  strike  with  grunt,

❛ 𝐍𝐨𝐭,  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐚𝐭  𝐲𝐨𝐮, ❜  Sokanon  replaces  another  log  on  the  chopping  block,  ❛ 𝐀𝐭  𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟  𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧.  𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧  𝐢𝐬  𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐦𝐞  𝐦𝐚𝐝  𝐢𝐧  𝐦𝐞  𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲,  𝐈  𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤  𝐈  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐝𝐨  𝐢𝐭. ❜

Driving her to get Dutch? Well, that certainly was a problem. And in most other regards, a quick oh, darling, you can do anything you put your mind to, would be his response to her. However, he had his loyalties no matter how thin they were and if he were to do his job correctly, she would be absolutely correct - she would fail to get Dutch. 

“If Milton wishes to have him so bad, then I think it’s only fair that he goes about it himself.” He watched her easily split the log, at least grateful that he was not the target for her anger. 

It was always a bit of trouble, instances like this. When one of his connections wanted another one of his connections captured or dead or whatever was the request for Dutch these days - none pleasant - he found himself stuck in the middle. At least sweet Soka was reasonable, and he didn’t feel threatened by her. Though he wasn’t entirely sure if she was aware of his allegiance with the Van der Linde gang, and if said knowledge would change her attitude towards him. He’d been held by bounty hunters before who desired Dutch. It was not pleasant. 

“I may be able to help you with another unsavory soul, if that would take the pressure off. An O’Driscoll perhaps?” Now that would also win him favor with Dutch, should he help with Mr. Van der Linde’s favorite enemy. 

#wiiaca #{verse: main} #((I'm having fun with this! But if you don't want to continue no pressure :D))

[rxmanticdevil]

“Dear Boy”

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I just KNOW I have a few Trelawny thots following me, so here’s some nice shots for y’all 💙

#{muse} #long post #((look at this fine magician))

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@westpromised​ : ❝ The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame. That is all. ❞ / from hosea

Dorian Gray Starters

Trelawny looked up from his own leather-bound book at the fellow conman and gentleman thief. If there was one in the gang he could say he truly aspired to take any characteristics from, it would certainly be Mr. Matthews. The man plenty wise, plenty charming, and plenty skilled. He nodded in response to the statement, in full agreement. 

“It either shows it’s own shame or it’s own true desires, though as is the true shame of the world, the latter is often considered the same as the former,” he closed his book - a simple novel. Nothing terribly profound. He placed it on the table and leaned back a little, contemplating this new thought on the world, its desires, its shame, and what that meant for morality. “I always tend to question the person who points at a book and calls it shameful. How could bringing joy to one possibly be immoral?” A lot of ways, but that wasn’t near as poetic, now was it?  

#westpromised #{verse: main} #((Thanks for sending in!))

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ideafalls​:

@rxmanticdevil​

     PATIENCE  WAS  SOONER  A  MIRACLE  RATHER  THAN  A  VIRTUE.  Let alone loyalty, it seemed. His careful ways started turning obsessive. Though he would still call it simply being safe in those tricky times when everyone in the gang could certainly feel the heat not only of the southern dense air but also the lawmen breathing down their necks. Dutch, still, was the most hunted target or so he believed. Ironically, the prospect of the Pinkertons catching him was the least of his worries. The fish rots from the head down. Anyone who he was convinced was on his side could turn out to be the stool pigeon — and that was keeping him at night.

     Most of his evenings now were spent in solitude when others rejoiced around the campfire. Sometimes Micah would be his only companion besides the stars sparkling high above. For whatever reason, Dutch didn’t quite mind him interrupting his silent moments of rumination. He needed to give it to him, the man was quite a chatterbox. But he never doubted his authority and that on its own meant a great deal. Particularly when the rest was getting suspiciously comfortable with voicing their doubts near him. Hosea, Arthur… and Josiah out of all people. That, in all fairness, surprised Dutch. Especially for someone so keen on working outside the camp, Trelawny sure as hell had a lot to say. Maybe not directly ( was he ever direct? ), but reticence could be just as telling. If it wasn’t louder.

     ❝  Good to see you,  ❞ unblinking stare fastened on the lake’s gentle tedium as the frosty greeting rolled off his tongue. He didn’t look to check whether the approaching steps were even belonging to Josiah; he could hope the dim silhouette captured by the corner of his eye was the awaited one.

     Dutch knew limits to showmanship. With that, he didn’t want to make a fuss for everybody else to eavesdrop on, so he settled for a more remote spot on Clemens Point’s outskirts. Considering how little it took for him to lose control over his temper, it was probably a matter of minutes before his enraged voice would echo in each corner of the camp.

     ❝  I was thinking about something, Josiah… About you and your whereabouts, to be exact. Where— Where do you even loiter these days? Your disappearing acts really bug me.  ❞ Arms crossed in front of his chest, restless index finger brushing over his chin as he finally turned on his heel in the man’s direction. ❝  I think a question that’s much more important is… Who are you talkin’ to out there?  ❞

Things felt off. Far more than they had before - at least where Dutch was concerned. Honestly, he had the good sense to be concerned - there were a good many people who were after him. Josiah wasn’t sure just how much longer they could all remain unharmed. He was doing his best to throw people off their tail, but there was only so much even he could do. 

On top of that, there were other concerns that he held. Namely, those about certain member of the gang. He knew he wasn’t particularly fond of Mr. Bell. The man so crude and crass, misbehaving towards other members in a way he felt unacceptable - and as he had seen Charles defend himself, he wasn’t the only one to feel this way. There was a lot at stake here, that was something that couldn’t be overstated. And while he, Josiah, had a way out of here without being caught (that he was sure of) he still feared for those he had grown to care about. Arthur, and even John - what with dear Abigail and little Jack. The young boy did nothing to deserve such a dangerous, blood-filled childhood.

When he had taken note of Dutch out by the lake (what a lovely view, the water and sky), he made his way towards the leader of the gang. The only member he felt he knew better was perhaps Hosea, though he did his best to keep his own self quiet from them both. He did have an affinity for Dutch, the outlaw had an allure to him - the man was a leader, and was good at it. That sort of person was one that Josiah could respect, even if he didn’t entirely subscribe to Dutch’s beliefs.  

But the greeting he received as he approached Dutch certainly made him freeze in his spot, “Always a pleasure, Mr. Van der Linde,” he returned the greeting. Dutch’s voice was colder than he expected, the man felt something in the pit of his stomach. Almost an alert: danger. But this was Dutch. Of course, Josiah knew the man was dangerous to others - he had murdered plenty. However, that was precisely why Trelawny tried to foster a relationship. Find the apex predator, become valuable, and suddenly you have protection.

However. This wasn’t something he was quite prepared for. He listened to the questions. They were very fair, and perhaps in a lighter atmosphere would earn a joke or some silly comment. But Dutch seemed to be not too much in the mood for humor, “I do not keep a log of all the people I speak with,” he did, in a way, but that was complicated in itself, “I am often in the saloons, where tongues are the loosest. Doing favors in exchange for favors which will come back rather lucrative for the gang.” It was almost a bit insulting, being questioned like this, but he didn’t want to push too hard yet, “I’m out covering your tracks. Such as those left behind by Mr. Bell and Mr. Morgan in Strawberry. Not to mention Blackwater. You leave a trail. I help you clean it.” 

#ideafalls #{verse: main} #((Yeah!! I am too :D I love the drama haha))

[rxmanticdevil]

is there any hotter look than disheveled and slightly bloody

#{museperation} #((casually calling out everyone who realized Josiah was a snack after that one mission))

[rxmanticdevil]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

i said i’d do them and here we are, a list of prompts set either before or during sex. as always, if you want to reverse the roles, add “+ REVERSE” to your chosen meme! so, [ STRADDLE ] + REVERSE would mean the receiver straddles the sender! okay, now, have a wonderful day!

[ UNZIP ] :     sender unzips/unbuttons receiver’s dress/shirt - s l o w l y

[ STRADDLE ] :     sender straddles receiver.

[ PULL ] :     sender pulls receiver closer to them.

[ PUSH ] :     sender pushes receiver against a wall during foreplay.

[ PIN ] :     sender pins receiver in place during foreplay/sex.

[ TRAIL ] :     sender presses a trail of kisses from receiver’s chin down to their waist.

[ HOIST ] :     sender lifts receiver on top of a counter as they have sex.

[ BENEATH ] :     sender moves a hand beneath an item of receiver’s clothing to touch their skin.

[ SCRATCH ] :     sender trails their fingernails against receiver’s skin during sex.

[ TUG ] :     sender tugs receiver’s hair while making out or having sex.

[ TILT ] :     sender tilts receiver’s head to the side to kiss their neck.

[ NECK ] :     sender wraps a hand around receiver’s neck during foreplay/sex.

[ LIFT ] :     sender lifts receiver up, so receiver’s legs wrap around sender’s waist.

[ LAP ] :     sender pulls receiver into their lap.

[ BEHIND ] :     sender arrives behind receiver and begins to kiss them from behind.

[ DOWN ] :     sender gives receiver oral sex.

[ HUSH ] :     sender and receiver try to keep quiet during sex.

[ PUBLIC ] :     sender and receiver have sex in a public place.

[ YANK ] :     sender rips off an item of receiver’s clothing.

[ COVER ] :     sender uses fabric to cover receiver’s eyes during foreplay/sex.

[ ICE ] :     sender uses ice cubes against receiver’s bare skin.

[ MARK ] :     via gentle biting or hickeys, sender leaves a mark on receiver.

#{memes} #((I do have other memes to fill out and I definitely will at some point today or tomorrow #because I'm caught up on my oc and my pirate is a bit more lax)) #((but yeah here's another meme))

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Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty.

#{Memes}

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@widexskies​ " get some rest-"

protective prompts

Was it really that obvious? He hid his yawn in the back of his hand, avoiding looking towards Tomàs. Trelawny wasn’t a particularly hard worker, relying on a few big jobs to keep his family’s finances strong. But these past few weeks had been a mix of throwing hunters off the trail of the Van der Linde gang and his own restless sleep. 

“I doubt I’d be able to, my dear,” he said simply, hands holding each other behind his back as he tried to act as though he weren’t exhausted. “Perhaps my conscience is catching up with me yet. I knew it would, eventually.” It wasn’t - he didn’t feel bad about a damn thing he’s done. But worry, yes, there was a lot he worried about throughout his life - but that wasn’t for anyone other than him to know.   

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@courierash : “what can i do?”

protective prompts

Josiah’s gaze was off of the person talking to him, alert as he searched the distance for any sign of whoever who had been pursuing him. Nothing seemed quite right, and he wasn’t sure if he was being hunted by someone of his kind or by a bounty hunter. Neither were particularly desired, both were rather troublesome, but at least one of them he could survive should he need to. 

“Just stay alert, if you must help,” he spoke, not taking his eyes off of his surroundings, “I fear we’re not quite alone. Though if it’s all the same to you, you may make yourself safe. I’m afraid if you’re near me you won’t quite have that luxury.”

#courierash #{answered} #((Hello!))

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ideafalls​: 

     HIS  TRANQUILITY  WAS  AT  MOST  TRANSIENT.  At times like this, when tensions were rising and suddenly the spotlight was beginning to be a tad too bedazzling, he was subconsciously aware how such pressure ( sometimes too crushing ) could be getting the best of the worst out of him. Hardly anything or anyone had the force to put his cluttered mind at peace. Especially now, with his unrelenting glare still drilling into Josiah, he was a mere slip-up away from falling down the spiral of rage-soaked delusions. If it only was that easy, to squeeze the other like a lemon with a piercing look alone… He had surely dealt with hotheads worse than Dutch. Getting any bit of precise information which wasn’t dressed up in colourful allusions and elusive phrases that would arrive anywhere but at the point was a struggle with Trelawny. Thankfully, the gang leader could never turn down a promising challenge.

     Not one for compromises neither taking advice in spite of asking for it every now and then. The latter was much more often his technique of testing the waters — at that very moment, too. It wasn’t necessarily Josiah’s input he was seeking. After all, there was rarely a time when the man wouldn’t have some spare pennies to throw in. So far, Dutch was fairly disappointed. He was more than sure ( perhaps foolishly ) that an approving nod of the head would be less taxing to achieve. Oh, little did he know. His grip loosened and soon he folded his hands behind his back. He could sense the rushing blood pumping in his veins more and more prominently, and he wouldn’t want those trembling hands to betray his frail nerves. Though they weren’t much of a mystery anymore.

     ❝  Sorry, I just might’ve jumped the gun. It’s no wonder you have… questions. Anyone should, really,  ❞ tone going harsher, rigid smile making itself cosy in the corners of his lips. The last thing he needed was another sceptic masquerading as a true believer of sheer common sense. Because that was how he was starting to see Josiah. A sceptic too reserved for his liking. Once again, his rationale mostly brushed past Dutch’s ears before the outlaw’s attention was pulled back in. Right, poke about. ❝  Your magical ways of retrieving information never cease to impress me, it must be an art form on its own. But aren’t you putting yourself too much out there?  ❞ Deep down, he felt there could be the risk that someone would track the gang down through Trelawney’s snooping around and goodness knew what else he was up to whenever he was away from the camp. ❝  What I’m gettin’ at… How about you stay with us here for a few days? It wouldn’t hurt.  ❞

The aura that had taken over their conversation was one that set Josiah’s nerves on fire. It was one of those moments where he was trapped between his gut, his heart, and his mind. His gut told him that he was nearing dangerous territory. The man who he had known and trusted for years was starting to appear to become unraveled. The harshness in his tone, the smile not quite right for the man he had known prior. His gut was telling him one thing: leave now. He had covered up his tracks enough, Dutch would never find him should he just vanish. He would hope that Arthur would keep the secret of his family between them. At this point, with how the man before him appeared, he wouldn’t quite trust Dutch with that information. And he sure as hell wouldn’t trust Micah with knowing it. 

His heart was telling him though to stay, that he could be of use here. He could still be helpful. Perhaps this was a phase, something that would come and go as quick as the seasons. Everyone was stressed, what with Blackwater and everything, and for good reason. A lot of people wanted a part of this gang. And not in a good way. Perhaps all Dutch needed was a break, a way to relax for a little bit to get his senses back. Josiah could buy the group a few more days, he was confident on that. He had people who could divert the authorities’ attention long enough to get some focus on where to go next. It might take a bit of time on his part but he wanted to make sure the gang knew there was a good reason for keeping him around. 

His head though told him he was running out of time if he were going to get out of this unharmed. Head siding with his gut. Normally that would be enough for him to take action, but his heart - oh stubborn thing - refused to let him say farewell to these rogues. He did like them. Most of them. But Dutch’s words stuck in his mind as he listened, hiding his own discomfort as best he could when it seemed that Dutch was suggesting he... stay at camp. What? Was he going to be prisoner in the camp now? It was spoken in that Dutch way, only how a charismatic leader could convince someone of something unpleasant. “Of course, Dutch, that certainly sounds like it would be safer,” he said, but only to appease the other man. A simple lie of sorts. He had no intention of staying if he didn’t want to. Sure, he would stay for a day or two and then be gone. Dutch would simply have to live with it - he refused to be trapped. “But as for your concern, I am never too worried for myself. Why, I have grand friends such as yourself to help should I get into a spot. Everything has turned out alright so far, has it not?” 

#ideafalls #{verse: main} #((he's like 'lol i'm not gonna stick around byee'))

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merchantofwhispers​:

“Oh, really now?” Nikolai smirked a bit, never missing when a person kept their eyes on him just a little to long. He ran a hand through his unkept hair and shrugged dismissively. “I couldn’t possibly imagine what more you could want!” The seemingly young man said innocently. “Unless you fancy the clothes on my back.”

He gave a glance over the man’s wardrobe. It was attractive, yes, but not near as attractive as the man beneath. Which really, was quite a rarity when considering the folks of the world. But of course, Josiah was a man of class and would conduct himself as such. He wouldn’t beg for the other’s attention.

“They are quite fancy, aren’t they? They would make a good exchange for your valuables.” It was more a musing at this point, perhaps a bit of an invitation. Maybe a distraction - he was still taking inventory of anything on the person he found valuable. 

#merchantofwhispers #{verse: main} #((He's flirty but also thinking of robbing)) #((Because that's how he works))

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coyotesteeth​:

    “Is it?” Where people really just being that rude to him the whole time? People always made all sorts of wild theories about his scars and more often than not, he was right there.

“Since when did that start bein’ a thin’?”

“Since the first human got his first scar I believe,” he frowned as he thought it over. “It’s never been polite to inquire about another’s pain. Of course, if one wants to share the story, questions are fine. But anything outside of an explicitly welcomed conversation is simply rude and should not be tolerated.” 

“If anyone gives you any trouble you have every right to tell them they are unwelcome.” 

#coyotesteeth #{verse: main} #((he accepts no counter arguments in this matter XD))

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"The Picture of Dorian Gray" sentence starters

❝ There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. ❞

❝ The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. ❞

❝ We shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly. ❞

❝ I have grown to love secrecy. ❞

❝ Your cynicism is simply a pose. ❞

❝ 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. ❞

❝ Conscience and cowardice are really the same things. ❞

❝ I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects. ❞

❝ A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. ❞

❝ Is that very vain of me? I think it is rather vain. ❞

❝ None of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves. ❞

❝ I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world. ❞

❝ There is nothing that art cannot express. ❞

❝ The harmony of soul and body—how much that is! We in our madness have separated the two, and have invented a realism that is vulgar, an ideality that is void. ❞

❝ My heart shall never be put under their microscope. ❞

❝ It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue. ❞

❝ I feel that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.” ❞

❝ In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place. ❞

❝ Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies. ❞

❝ People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. ❞

❝ Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. ❞

❝ Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us. ❞

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

❝ Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. ❞

❝ You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know. ❞

❝ Wherever you go, you charm the world. Will it always be so? ❞

❝ Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. ❞

❝ Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to. ❞

❝ You like your art better than your friends. ❞

❝ I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. ❞

❝ Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything. ❞

❝ Credit is the capital of a younger son, and one lives charmingly upon it. ❞

❝ Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic. ❞

❝ The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. ❞

❝ I can sympathize with everything except suffering. ❞

❝ Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world’s original sin. If the caveman had known how to laugh, history would have been different. ❞

❝ Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes. ❞

❝ You are quite delightful and dreadfully demoralizing. ❞

❝ I am always late on principle, the principle being that punctuality is the thief of time. ❞

❝ I adore it, but I am afraid of it. It makes me too romantic. ❞

❝ Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing. ❞

❝ Passion is the privilege of people who have nothing to do. ❞

❝ If I ever did a crime, I would come and confess it to you. You would understand me. ❞

❝ When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance. ❞

❝ There is always something infinitely mean about other people’s tragedies. ❞

❝ I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. ❞

❝ People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves. It is what I call the depth of generosity. ❞

❝ The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. ❞

❝ It often happens that when we think we were experimenting on others we are really experimenting on ourselves. ❞

❝ Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. ❞

❝ To be in love is to surpass one’s self. ❞

❝ Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window. ❞

❝ Our proverbs want rewriting. They were made in winter, and it is summer now; springtime for me, I think, a very dance of blossoms in blue skies. ❞

❝ I shudder at the thought of being free. ❞

❝ I know you would never harm anyone I love, would you? ❞

❝ Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives. ❞

❝ Of course, it is sudden—all really delightful things are. ❞

❝ The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. ❞

❝ Unselfish people are colourless. They lack individuality. ❞

❝ You are much better than you pretend to be. ❞

❝ I cannot understand how anyone can wish to shame the thing he loves. ❞

❝ When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy. ❞

❝ The real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial. Beautiful sins, like beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich. ❞

❝ Being adored is a nuisance. ❞

❝ You are dreadful! I don’t know why I like you so much. ❞

❝ You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit. ❞

❝ Love is a more wonderful thing than art. ❞

❝ There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating—people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing. ❞

❝ The secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming. ❞

❝ I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought them real. ❞

❝ You taught me what reality really is. ❞

❝ You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity. ❞

❝ I have grown sick of shadows. ❞

❝ You don’t know what you were to me, once. ❞

❝ You have spoiled the romance of my life. ❞

❝ Without your art, you are nothing. ❞

❝ There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love. ❞

❝ There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. ❞

❝ I can’t bear the idea of my soul being hideous. ❞

❝ You cut life to pieces with your epigrams. ❞

❝ Things like that make a man fashionable in Paris. But in London people are so prejudiced. ❞

❝ One should never make one’s début with a scandal. One should reserve that to give an interest to one’s old age. ❞

❝ How extraordinarily dramatic life is! ❞

❝ I don’t think I am heartless. Do you? ❞

❝ The moment she touched actual life, she marred it, and it marred her. ❞

❝ Life has everything in store for you, ❞

❝ We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful. ❞

❝ If one doesn’t talk about a thing, it has never happened. It is simply expression that gives reality to things. ❞

❝ You must not tell me about things. What is done is done. What is past is past. ❞

❝ I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them. ❞

❝ You talk as if you had no heart, no pity in you. ❞

❝ if I told you, you might like me less than you do, and you would certainly laugh at me. I could not bear your doing either of those two things. ❞

❝ Your friendship is dearer to me than any fame or reputation. ❞

❝ You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. ❞

❝ Whatever I have done that is good, I owe to you. ❞

❝ There is something fatal about a portrait. It has a life of its own. ❞

❝ Perhaps one should never put one’s worship into words. ❞

❝ There seems to be something tragic in a friendship so colored by romance. ❞

❝ It has a corruption of its own, worse than the corruption of death itself—something that would breed horrors and yet would never die. ❞

❝ The past can always be annihilated. ❞

❝ How exquisite life had once been! How gorgeous in its pomp and decoration! Even to read of the luxury of the dead was wonderful. ❞

❝ Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities. ❞

❝ I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else. ❞

❝ I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty. ❞

❝ You don’t want people to talk of you as something vile and degraded. ❞

❝ You must not say things like that. They are horrible, and they don’t mean anything. ❞

❝ You have had more to do with my life than you think. ❞

❝ Each of us has heaven and hell in him. ❞

❝ Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms. ❞

❝ Keep your horrible secrets to yourself. They don’t interest me any more. ❞

❝ What is it to me what devil’s work you are up to? ❞

❝ I wish you had a thousandth part of the pity for me that I have for you. ❞

❝ The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes. ❞

❝ I am not at all surprised that the world says that you are extremely wicked. ❞

❝ It is perfectly monstrous, the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one’s back that are absolutely and entirely true. ❞

❝ Nowadays all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men. ❞

❝ Everybody I know says you are very wicked. ❞

❝ I like men who have a future and women who have a past. ❞

❝ Moderation is a fatal thing. Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast. ❞

❝ He atones for being occasionally somewhat overdressed by being always absolutely overeducated. He is a very modern type. ❞

❝ What do you want? Money? Here it is. Don’t ever talk to me again. ❞

❝ Each man lives his own life and pays his own price for living it. ❞

❝ The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for. ❞

❝ I think that it is better to be beautiful than to be good. But on the other hand, no one is more ready than I am to acknowledge that it is better to be good than to be ugly. ❞

❝ To be popular one must be a mediocrity. ❞

❝ We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible. ❞

❝ I wish I could love, but I seem to have lost the passion and forgotten the desire. ❞

❝ My own personality has become a burden to me. ❞

❝ Death is the only thing that ever terrifies me. ❞

❝ The world has always worshipped you. It always will worship you. ❞

❝ Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets. ❞

❝ The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame. That is all. ❞

❝ The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history. ❞

#{memes} #((I have some other asks to answer but here have this too))