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I’ll let you gnaw my bones one day, but now I need them, for the soul clasps the body tight until it rots.
—Nikos Kazantzakis, from Odyssey; A Modern Sequel (via 4a0000)
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concept
- me, in the year 2040, getting ready for a fancy dinner party, standing in front of my antique gold vanity mirror, wearing a saint laurent f/w 2039 evening gown and cartier diamond earrings, taking a sip of champagne: what did you learn at school today, honey? :-)
- my future child, laying on my king-sized bed with burgundy satin sheets: not much, in history we talked about the 2016 election. do you remember any of that?
- me: drops my crystalline wineglass
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date a girl who fucks everything up
My time to shine
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