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and so the lion fell in love with the lamb ... ʚɞ˚♡ ⋆。˚
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i dont remember wher i got the base code for this layout from i SUKCCC if anybody out ther knos pls lmk so i can add credit TY


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last update : [ 23.04.2023 ]

for as long as i cld remember i've loved making avis of my [ perceived ] self whethr in dress-up games wen i was a baby on my dad's fat office computer shoutsout girlsgogames i miss yew or in video games or in any other capacity . i associate myself with very specific things , which obvs translates into my avis lawl ; angel wings [ peep my half-sleeve hehe ], halos, soft bows, girly colors , crowns , sparkles .. in my fantasy-reality wher i spawn in a customization screen these r all facets of my appearance but on this planet virtual characters will just have 2 do ;



♡stalker (1979)


What was it? Did a meteor fall down? Was it a visit by citizens of the vast space? So or otherwise in our little country appeared, the greatest miracle of miracles – the ZONE. We sent troops immediately, they did not come back. Then we surrounded the ZONE with police cordons... and, I suppose, that was the right thing to do... actually, I don’t know, I don’t know...

[ roadside picnic, 1971 ]

A picnic. Picture a forest, a country road, a meadow. Cars drive off the country road into the meadow, a group of young people get out carrying bottles, baskets of food, transistor radios, and cameras. They light fires, pitch tents, turn on the music. In the morning they leave. The animals, birds, and insects that watched in horror through the long night creep out from their hiding places. And what do they see? Old spark plugs and old filters strewn around... Rags, burnt-out bulbs, and a monkey wrench left behind... And of course, the usual mess—apple cores, candy wrappers, charred remains of the campfire, cans, bottles, somebody’s handkerchief, somebody’s penknife, torn newspapers, coins, faded flowers picked in another meadow.

[ quotes ]

  • "Let everything that's been planned come true. Let them believe. And let them have a laugh at their passions. Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world. And most important, let them believe in themselves.

    Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing. When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. When a tree is growing, it's tender and pliant. But when it's dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death's companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Because what has hardened will never win." — Stalker

  • "You put your heart and soul into your work and they devour you. They even devour the filth in your soul. They're all literate. They all have voracious appetites. They all keep crowding round - journalists, editors, critics, a constant stream of women. All of them clamoring for more. What kind of writer am I if I detest writing? It's torture for me, a painful, shameful occupation, something akin to extruding hemorrhoids. I used to think my books helped people to become better, but nobody needs me. If I die, in a couple of days, they'll find someone else to devour. I wanted to change them, but they've changed me to fit their own image." — Writer

  • "Here will come true that which reflects the essence of your nature it is within you, it governs you, yet you are ignorant of it. You've understood nothing. Greed didn't do Porcupine in. He crawled on his knees to plead for his brother. But he got a pile of money, he couldn't get anything else. Porcupine was given the essence of his true nature. Conscience and soul-searching were all invented by the mind. When he realized all that, he hanged himself. I won't go into your Room." — Writer

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