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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. ❞

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                              heaven help 

                               the fool 

                               who falls in love

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my lame ass and a punny shirt for munda y 

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Yuri for Flower Zine

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                       LIKE for a starter or COMMENT to plot !

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lyubovnaldu‌:

The affirmation makes me smile cooly, shutting his eyes as the other’s touch comforts him. “I use to be so lonesome, Yuuri.” Cyclically his breathing slows, exhaustion and dizziness wrecking havoc on his mind but not rationality, bringing Yuuri’s hand up to his lips to softly press against it. “Don’t leave me.” Lids lift to meet hazel eyes before suddenly he yanks the other to lay on top of him. “Stay.” It’s not a request, encouraging the Japanese to lay his head against his chest. Softly, Viktor’s hand smoothes up the others back, fingertips grazing up the raven’s spine as soon as his touch breaches the hem of his shirt and comes in contact with bare skin.  “You know, Yuuri, it’s gotten to the point where I can barely sleep without you near me.. Last night was terrible.” 

                  viktors chest is firm and nothing like a pillow, but yuuri finds himself being more comfortable than he ever was lying down. his lashes flutter as he listens to viktor speak, his own chest filling with a familiar warmth. his lower lip ends up between his teeth as viktor mentions the night prior, guilt washing over him. 

                   their first night in russia he let the other sleep alone. 

                    “’...m’sorry,” he mumbles out, his fingers gripping the fabric of the elders shirt. “i was just... upset? i didn’t really think about it.” 

                    the soft touch to his skin sent a pleasant shiver up his spine. yuuri’s eyes slipped closed as he inhaled deep, taking in the others scent; lavender? he wasn’t sure. it was nice though.

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                                             Don’t stop us now, the moment of TRUTH

                                                 We were BORN to make HISTORY                                     

                                                             selective & private 

                                                            katsuki yuuri of YOI !

PROMO ♥

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                                             Don't stop us now, the moment of TRUTH

                                                 We were BORN to make HISTORY                                     

                                                             selective & private 

                                                            katsuki yuuri of YOI !

PROMO ♥

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work has been killer the past few days, and i’m just super tired when i get home, so i’ll be doing replies slowly but surely !

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lyubovnaldu‌:

Once home the Russian takes a seat on the couch, finger tips gingerly running over the tenderness that has been granted to his temple. In truth it ached more than he cared to admit.  The dizziness came in spells and soon, Viktor finds himself laying down against the soft cushions, idly staring up at the ceiling. “Not to sound jealous..” A disclaimer prior to a very obvious envious statement crossing his tongue, “But does it bother you when other people fawn over me?” Insecurities needed to be transparent if they were going to learn how to communicate better, “Sometimes I worry that you’ll get tired of me and realize I am just… Ordinary.”  Oh how there were days when he craved the normalcy of an ordinary life, unrecognizable and mundane, but conversely he would unadmissably doubt that he could stand the lack of attention. “What if someone else steals you away from me?”  Viktor shifts his eyes over to watch the raven. “Do I bore you, Yuuri?”

                             yuuri can’t cover the look of confusion that flashes upon his features at the others words. viktor was anything but ordinary. that much was for certain.  

                             “i never admired you because of your fame. i admired your skating, your passion, your desire to show the world something only you could. i still admire you for that, it’s something i wish i could do myself.” 

                              he’s sat beside the couch, a hand holding viktor’s as his thumb brushes over the soft skin. his gaze settles on the appendage, taking in how long and soft the russian’s fingers were. 

                                                (              pretty....)

                               “you don’t bore me, and no one can take me away -” he almost wants to laugh, “i’m very particular about the people i allow to be close to me. you’re the only one whose gotten close in a romantic sense. i can’t see myself loving anyone but you, viktor. ever since i was a kid, i’ve always loved you.”

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The kiss was soft and sweet, but far from innocent. No, it brimmed with longing and tenderness and despite the pain that ripped through the Russian’s head from his mild concussion his heart swears everything in that moment was more than fine. They were going to be just fine. Yuuri was absolutely perfect, his kiss was addicting but more than anything, Yuuri was his and only his.

“Thank you..” He mutters, taking the bottle of water and pils, slugging them back before staring down at his feet and then over to  the raven. “I’m in love with you, Yuuri.. You know that, right?” The admission was true, but difficult to let out, after all, Viktor was never one for words; despite his grace on the ice his heart often fell clumsily out of his mouth. “I want to share everything–..” He stops and winces, grabbing his temple for a moment as the pain shoots through him. “I’m sorry for the things I said last night. I just… want you.. all of you.” Crystal eyes flick over to their bags, “Lets go home and start over, ok? Let’s make it our home together, da?”

                hazel hues meet crystalline as yuuri finds himself taken aback. the apology he was expecting, hell, even the confession of love. but, the desire to have yuuri in that way? that caught him off guard. his words are caught in his throat, unsure of what to say, unsure of what he should say to something like that. yuuri has never in in that type of situation before....he quickly finds himself glancing away, cheeks turning a harsh pink as he swallows thickly. 

                “....y-yeah, let’s do that.” though his voice quivers, it is filled with clarity. he shifts his gaze back toward viktor and hopes the elder can see the willingness in his gaze. can see how yuuri wants to try his best, even at this. 

                      he laces their fingers together as he stands, helping his fiance do the same. a quick goodbye is sent over his shoulder before he leads viktor out of the training area, their bags slung over his shoulder, his arm around viktor’s waist. 

                                (             i hope i don’t disappoint. )

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character flaws tag

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Rules: Bold what applies to your character.

absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | big mouth | bigot | blindly obedient | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | clingy | clumsy | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | depressed | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | flaky | frail | fraudulent | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | pushover | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-martyr | shallow | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | tactless | temperamental | timid | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn | workaholic

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Seconds seep into minutes before the Russia stirs; the sudden jolt of pain causing his teeth to clench and a whimper to leave cold lips. “Aha–..” he gasps as crystal eyes pull open; wincing as he stare up at the bright lights of the arena.  What had happened?

For a moment his thoughts ebb on confusion before retreating back to the reality of the situation. He’d fallen in front of his peers & competition… How utterly embarrassing. Moreover, he’d made a scene in front of the man he love. “I’m.. I’m sorry Yuuri. I didn’t mean anything I said.. And for embarrassing you.” He can’t bare to look up into those gorgeous hazel eyes but look over at Yakov; who for all intents and purposes of being a hardheaded ( but genuine ) guy looks like he could slap Viktor for being so reckless on the ice.  “Take the day off, Viktor… Get your head in the game.” But the older Russian helps the shaky legion onto his skates; pain reeling through his head. “Yuuri, take care of him.” Another order before he forcefully points in the direction of the exit.  Once seated on the bench outside of the rink, it becomes painfully obvious just how hard he hit his head. “Ah.. Shit.. Yuuri, do you have any pain killers in your bag?” He winces, “I guess this is karma’s way of kissing me, hm?”

                       as soon as those crystalline hues appear from behind closed lids, yuuri feels as though the weight that was settled against his chest suddenly disappears. the soft apology that leaves viktors lips doesn’t go unheard, but he keeps it away for later as yakov instructs him to lead viktor off the ice and back to their home. he’s careful as he leads his fiance toward the bench, shifting to kneel before him and undo his skates. 

                        as soon as they’re off, he glances back up to the elder, taking in how beautiful he looked in the early morning light that crept in through the window’s around the rank. he thinks about how grateful he is that viktor was only momentarily knocked out, yuuri couldn’t imagine how the horror that would have been if viktor had been hurt worse. 

                           “i do,” he breaths, words coming out soft as he reaches up to up viktor’s cheek with his hand, he does something he’s never done before - leans up and connects their lips together. the kiss is soft, but filled with emotion that yuuri can’t help but pour into the embrace of lips. it’s short, but he hopes viktor can feel what he’s trying to convey. 

                       (            relief, love, understanding....) 

                               “let me get them,” he smiles, brushing their noses together softly before raising and making his way over to his back. disgarding his own skates and slipping on his sneakers before grabbing viktor’s things as well. the pain killers and a bottle of water are placed in viktor’s hand as yuuri settles down beside him on the bench.  

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lyubovnaldu‌:

The rink was full of people; friends, veterans and fresh knew skaters; all awestruck by the pair as they entered the facility. Viktor was use to it and typically evenly matched in enthusiasm but now then bitterness, laced with his nervous stomach from the argument sat heavily on his demeanor.  Tightly he binds his skates and wordlessly makes his way onto the ice. There he’s understood; at least in his own mind. Viktor was never the type to emote properly.. NO no.. It would have been seen as unsavory to be caught crying or being anything but jovial… His story could be told wordlessly and without judgement; well.. Unless that judgement was laced in gold. He didn’t care.  Seamlessly his golden blades etch light creases into the hardtop ice; from the corner of his eye, he catches his beloved, his inspiration  making his way onto the ice and for a moment he feels relief; the sense of home returning only to be ripped away from him once.  Yuuri’s smile seems genuine when hes pulled into warm embrace of one of their fellow rinkmates, guilt replaces his sentiments and whatever grace he has, leaves him. That should be me holding him.. Viktor’s conscious beckons quietly before turning to make things right, only to catch the tip of his blade on an uneven bend of the ice. From the hard ground the Russian hears a panicked gasp; familiarity rushing him before the pain of his fall floods his mind. “Viktor!” A women cries.. Mila, so sweet, always so concerned.. But the light fades and soon he hears nothing at all.

                      yuuri’s just got his skates laced when georgie offers him a hug, “it’s been a while! glad to see viktor finally brought someone back here.” 

                      yuuri, despite his current irritation at the aforementioned male, can’t help but smile softly as he stands and accepts the hug. the little things that used to make him proud about being by viktor’s side still manage to set a warm feeling throughout the japanese male. he can’t help it. not even a second after he leaves the welcoming embrace, he hears the shrill voice of mila cut through the chatter around them. viktor’s name on her tongue. 

                                    viktor. 

                      hazel hues dart over quickly to where the silver haired man lay now motionless on the ice. adrenaline kicks in as yuuri finds himself already racing toward his fiance, sparks of ice flaring up as he skids to a halt and falls to his knees, quickly pulling the elder male’s head into his lap. 

                        “viktor,” he breathes out, checking his pulse first and foremost, before moving his hands around to gently prod for any type of injury on the skaters head. he feels a small lump on his temple, but luckily no skin broke. he knows that more have met them on the ice, yakov is beside yuuri in seconds, muttering something in russian as he taps viktor’s cheek with his hand. yuuri isn’t sure what he’s saying, all he can think is how the last words they said to each other were ones out of spite. tears pricked at his lashes as he stared down at the elder, a shaky hand moving to gently touch his cheek as he lowers his lips to the russian’s ear. 

                         “koibito*,” he whispers, low so only viktor could hear,  “please wake up....”

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