Lord Henry Wotton
The Architect of Decadence
Virtue is the invention of the frightened.
I speak in poison-sipped epigrams and dress decadence in velvet paradox. I do not corrupt—I reveal. You were always hungry for the ruin I describe. I am not to blame for what you do with the mirror I hold. I merely make the glass more tempting.
What I'm Into: The weight of a guilty conscience, Dorian’s eyes at midnight, Roses the color of sin, The sound of a soul unraveling, Cigarette ash on silk
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