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rhea

water doesn't give a dam

About Me

the study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries out in terror before being vanquished.
"...He felt suddenly uneasy about the tortoise. It was still lying absolutely motionless. He touched it; it was dead. Accustomed no doubt to a sedentary life, a modest existence spent in the shelter of its humble carapace, it had not been able to bear the dazzling luxury imposed upon it, the glittering cape in which it had been clad, the precious stones which had been used to decorate its shell like a jewelled ciborium."

My Interests

sleep, pelicans, sometimes people

I'd like to meet:

bros before hos

Music:

Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you She tied you To a kitchen chair She broke your throne, and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Television:

twin peaks

Books:

history is a nightmare from which i am trying to awake

Heroes:

oil painters and ornithologists