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This portrait would be to him the most magical of mirrors. As it had revealed to him his own body, so it would reveal to him his own soul. […] When the blood crept from his face, and left behind a pallid mask of chalk with leaden eyes, he would keep the glamour of boyhood. Not one blossom of his loveliness would ever fade. Not one pulse of his life would ever weaken. […] He would be safe. That was everything.

The portrait that Basil Hallward had painted of him would be a guide to him through life, would be to him what holiness is to some, and conscience to others, and the fear of God to us all. The opiates for remorse, drugs that could lull the moral sense to sleep. But here was a visible symbol of the degration of sin. Here was an ever-present sign of the ruin men brought upon their souls.

The joy of Beatrice was my joy, and the sorrows of Cordelia were mine also. I believed in everything. The common people who acted with me seemed to be Godlike. The painted scenes were my world. I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought them real. You came- Oh my beautiful love! and you freed my soul from prison, […] You made me understand what love really is. My love! My love! Prince Charming! Prince of my life!

“Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of time, a salvation”

“I understand”
“Of course. Fear is smart until”
“Until what?”
“Until you realize you’re afraid of the wrong thing…”

Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic. Worlds had to be in travail, that the meanest flower might blow.

Harry, dont talk to me like that. As long as I live, the personality of Dorian Grey will dominate me. You can’t feel what I feel. You change too often.

Ah my dear Basil, that is exactly why I can feel it. Those who are faithful only know the trivial side of love: It is the faithless who know love’s tragedies.

Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.

The reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown in it the secret of my own soul!

The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it .

The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat.

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.

…. Two seconds after that last post “😦”

The beginning is sooo intense… im sitting on edge. Post shower scene after fully letting go of her lifeline in the forest while her stepdad fought to restrain Manic

Really liking how this book is starting out

Chapter 1 -Complete-

Part 3?….Chapter 8…. WHEEEEEEEEWWWW 😦

Noooooo this shits sooo sadddd…. AUDRA!!!! 😭😭😭
I CANT DOOO IT. 😭💫💔

SHE WAS A VICTIM!!!! 😫😫😫😭

I’D HAUNT HIS ASS FOR ALL MY DAYS!!! 🤬

Ultraviolence- Lana Del Rey 🎶

That was intense…. I couldn’t stop reading.

Oh how perfect and sweet it was. 😭💞

GOOOOD GAWD…. Talk about a SLOWWWW BURN. This is what I needed 😭😭😭

“Under different circumstances…. I might’ve….”

This has me GROVELING I tell you!
Ohhhh THE TENSION….
The was he SEES her
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Favorite Part- Sabrina Claudio 🎶

Easily top 10 favorite books
The writing is just perfect!!!

Doctor Death…. Jealous?!?! IM GIGGLING and KICKING my feet 🤭

“One of those, If I can’t have her, no one can deals”

Bad Idea- Girl In Red 🎶

Im REALLY loving how well this is starting out.