fourteen

"He was certainly wonderfully handsome, with his finely-curved scarlet lips, his frank blue eyes, his crisp gold hair. There was something in his face that made one trust him at once. All the candour of youth was there, as well as all youths passionate purity. One felt that he had kept himself unspotted from the world."

That's a paragraph from the book I'm reading, but someone immediately came to mind when I read it.
I don't know whats up with my urge to disrupt innocence. There has just alwas been something strangely appealing about luring out the bad boy side in the most innocent people you'd never think were capable of thinking in a dirty way. Also, I think I sometimes need a boy who's a little more on the calm side, you know, to even me out. If I met myself as a boy, I'd probably end up breaking my own heart.

So the mother has read the blog now. She thought it was amusing, though seemed slightly worried about Basel being a small town and her own reputation as a professor. Personally though, I'd rather be this than nothing. I'd rather be the outrageous scandal than a faceless part of the masses.
Which may explain why I admire Oscar Wilde so much.

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