hi my name's
Elle
hmm, i spend my days forming dough into these pristine quasi-italian treats called pizza. i am still afraid of that thing i think lives under my bed. i refuse to eat cereal the conventional way, i'll only ingest it dry. (and in large quantities.) i love taking pictures from strange angles. i'm ridiculously drawn to any unkempt and abandoned house that is host to wild ivy. ken follett, stephen king, and michael crichton impress the everliving crap out of me. oh and i hear i am both a hopeless romantic and a very large stumbling disaster when i drink too much........
tanto mae,,aggrada il tuo comandamento
che l’ubidir,
se gia fosse, m'e tardi
It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure; that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking.â€Â
--William Faulkner
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream.
Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams.
World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams.
Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems.
--Arthur O'Shaunessey
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