Dolly Wilde
@dollywilde.bsky.social
Letters of the only Wilde who loved women
I thought of you, my sweet, so much. I lay awake in a lovely white room & thought how nice if you were there with me—neither of us saying much but comforted by warm companionship.
December 15, 2025 at 6:20 PM
I thought of you, my sweet, so much. I lay awake in a lovely white room & thought how nice if you were there with me—neither of us saying much but comforted by warm companionship.
I am bewitched by all around me but am willingly enslaved to you with deep and secret thoughtfulness.
December 15, 2025 at 2:20 PM
I am bewitched by all around me but am willingly enslaved to you with deep and secret thoughtfulness.
Mourn for me, dear, tender, heartless paradoxical amazone & mingle your love & regret!
December 15, 2025 at 10:20 AM
Mourn for me, dear, tender, heartless paradoxical amazone & mingle your love & regret!
With my usual facility for looking ill or well, pretty or ugly, at short notice, I feel much better & very happy
December 15, 2025 at 6:19 AM
With my usual facility for looking ill or well, pretty or ugly, at short notice, I feel much better & very happy
Then as the evening wore on they paled to natural softness and one remarked the young wrist amongst other things. They aren’t Valentine hands like mine or petals like yours—but they have a beauty of sensitiveness and delicacy
December 14, 2025 at 10:18 PM
Then as the evening wore on they paled to natural softness and one remarked the young wrist amongst other things. They aren’t Valentine hands like mine or petals like yours—but they have a beauty of sensitiveness and delicacy
Nous errerons (si ce mot existe) dans le crépuscule d'hiver tranquillement, sachant tout, disant peu, et après mon départ, vous ne saurez pas si c'était moi—ou l'ombre de ma présence qui vous a accompagné
December 14, 2025 at 6:18 PM
Nous errerons (si ce mot existe) dans le crépuscule d'hiver tranquillement, sachant tout, disant peu, et après mon départ, vous ne saurez pas si c'était moi—ou l'ombre de ma présence qui vous a accompagné
I accept all from people I like—but nothing from people I don’t like
December 14, 2025 at 2:18 PM
I accept all from people I like—but nothing from people I don’t like
No carrier-pigeon has flown down from the trees above your head and flown over to me with a letter which you have tied under his wing. But I suppose if I stop to think it is because the ocean is wide even for his swift flight and I must wait longer.
December 14, 2025 at 10:17 AM
No carrier-pigeon has flown down from the trees above your head and flown over to me with a letter which you have tied under his wing. But I suppose if I stop to think it is because the ocean is wide even for his swift flight and I must wait longer.
I find it difficult to believe you miss me—you are so deeply snuggled into the ermine of content. Compassion can never have been meted out to you—you need it so little.
December 14, 2025 at 6:17 AM
I find it difficult to believe you miss me—you are so deeply snuggled into the ermine of content. Compassion can never have been meted out to you—you need it so little.
Parties every night but I am refreshed in the mornings with your letters on my tray. I decide to open them after I have drunk my coffee, adding anticipation to delight
December 14, 2025 at 2:17 AM
Parties every night but I am refreshed in the mornings with your letters on my tray. I decide to open them after I have drunk my coffee, adding anticipation to delight
Where are you gadding my darling, unworldly arch-angel? Where are you?
December 13, 2025 at 10:17 PM
Where are you gadding my darling, unworldly arch-angel? Where are you?
Do you love me? I wonder. Not that it matters at all. Perhaps I shan’t even mind when you leave me—only there would could be no love-making—impossible thought
December 13, 2025 at 6:17 PM
Do you love me? I wonder. Not that it matters at all. Perhaps I shan’t even mind when you leave me—only there would could be no love-making—impossible thought
Bemused with illusory happiness, affection became electrical between us. But her élans towards me . . . met with an unconscious drawing back, and her flattery met only the impertinence of surprise.
December 13, 2025 at 2:17 PM
Bemused with illusory happiness, affection became electrical between us. But her élans towards me . . . met with an unconscious drawing back, and her flattery met only the impertinence of surprise.
I have the impression that with all of you I am the performing animal—eternally criticized, alternatively approved & disapproved according to the temper of the audience
December 13, 2025 at 10:16 AM
I have the impression that with all of you I am the performing animal—eternally criticized, alternatively approved & disapproved according to the temper of the audience
I am in a trance & reality is only you & love.
December 13, 2025 at 6:16 AM
I am in a trance & reality is only you & love.
How right you are never to go out, people are simply dreadful—we must be solitary old maids to the end of our lives. I wish we could marry each other.
December 13, 2025 at 2:16 AM
How right you are never to go out, people are simply dreadful—we must be solitary old maids to the end of our lives. I wish we could marry each other.
Une horloge paresseuse vient de sonner minuit lentement. J'aime la nuit car on y est à l'abri de la vie, ne trouvez-vous pas?
December 12, 2025 at 10:16 PM
Une horloge paresseuse vient de sonner minuit lentement. J'aime la nuit car on y est à l'abri de la vie, ne trouvez-vous pas?
I thought today, how logical if Emily were to die, there’s no use in this ghost carrying the burden of life any more—this lovely spirit must escape like a bird and preen its silver wings.
December 12, 2025 at 6:16 PM
I thought today, how logical if Emily were to die, there’s no use in this ghost carrying the burden of life any more—this lovely spirit must escape like a bird and preen its silver wings.
Tu m'as jeter un froid et j'étais infidèle—je te raconterai l'histoire à ton retour. A charming, silly beautiful woman—but it was done so stupidly & I was so shocked by my own indifference, so coldly displeased within myself, that I cried unseen penitent tears
December 12, 2025 at 2:16 PM
Tu m'as jeter un froid et j'étais infidèle—je te raconterai l'histoire à ton retour. A charming, silly beautiful woman—but it was done so stupidly & I was so shocked by my own indifference, so coldly displeased within myself, that I cried unseen penitent tears
Dear grey & white Janet
Your hair is your fortune & there is a nuance about you that makes you rare & exceptional.
Your hair is your fortune & there is a nuance about you that makes you rare & exceptional.
December 12, 2025 at 10:16 AM
Dear grey & white Janet
Your hair is your fortune & there is a nuance about you that makes you rare & exceptional.
Your hair is your fortune & there is a nuance about you that makes you rare & exceptional.
Darling Natalie, Am I in disgrace? I should be!
December 12, 2025 at 6:16 AM
Darling Natalie, Am I in disgrace? I should be!
C'est l'heure pure pour la conversation ou pour l'amour, rien ne pénètre du dehors et la petite éternité de la nuit est devant soi.
December 12, 2025 at 2:16 AM
C'est l'heure pure pour la conversation ou pour l'amour, rien ne pénètre du dehors et la petite éternité de la nuit est devant soi.
I stood on the balcony and thought so intensely of you—longed for you so desperately . . . I couldn't forget you all the evening! And now I'm wide awake sitting up in bed writing to you. Surely you must stir in your sleep now.
December 11, 2025 at 10:16 PM
I stood on the balcony and thought so intensely of you—longed for you so desperately . . . I couldn't forget you all the evening! And now I'm wide awake sitting up in bed writing to you. Surely you must stir in your sleep now.