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Dorian Graysta on julkaistu sensuroimaton painos, ohohohooo.

Tietysti haluun vaan lisää tätä:

Jjjaaa haluun gifin siitä kohdasta tuota leffaa, missä Dorian on ihan hajalla Sibylin kuoleman jälkeen ja se yrittää ...glompata Lordi Henryn

AAHH
TENSION

I SHIP IT OK
SHIPPASIN SITÄ JO JOSKUS 14-VUOTIAANA KUN LUIN SEN KIRJAN ENSIMMÄISEN KERRAN

Oivoi, sain Niinalta Oscar Wilden De Profundiksen, otin Annulta Samun Dexterin ykköstuottiksen ja kävin ostamassa Adam Lambertin levyn♥

Aaa, kylläpäs elämä hymyilee♥ (siihen saakka kun pitää mennä kokeisiin lukemaan........)

ps. Michael on söpis!

“A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?”

Menenpäs tästä lukemaan Dorian Grayn muotokuvaa ♥♥
..........ja jos niitä läksyjäki tekis ennen ku American Idol/Kuorosota/X-Factor tulee : D

Nootti itselle; katso Wilde, Bound, The Hunger, Mulholland Drive, Chicago, RHPS, The Countess


Lue; Dorian Grayn muotokuva, Teleny

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"The Hobbit on parhaillaan tuotannon alkuvaiheessa oleva elokuvahanke, joka perustuu J. R. R. Tolkienin romaaniin Hobitti eli sinne ja takaisin. Ohjaajana toimii Guillermo del Toro"

JESS, Pan's Labyrinth ja Devil's Backbone oli loistavii, ja nyt tää! Odotukset ainaki korkeella 8)

We caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.

Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.

Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.

We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.

Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille,

They took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.

Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.

Sometimes a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.

Then, turning to my love, I said,
'The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust.'

But she - she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.

Then suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.

And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.





(Oscar Wilde, The Dramatic Review, 1885)