Post Orphan Age
I haven't changed much anyway, since I became an "orphan"; I'm still a midget's height. Add longer hair and undereye circles, drop some 40 pounds and the agressive use of color and you'll have an idea of what I look like now, if that is any interest to you.
...Oh, and I'm a uni student double-majoring in Italian Studies and Translation before entering the magical world of COOKING SCHOOL (even better than Hogwarts!)
Appart from that I love food, food, and food. And my job involves making and serving food.
I think I said I love food? by
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Sometimes what doesn’t change is our minds’ tendency to go round and round the same sadness. I just hope the next turn’s heading to Forgetland or Nevermore, whichever comes first.
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from Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk
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It explains EVERYTHING
Although procrastination is nowhere to be seen… I’d factor this one in!
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Raging Rant-Machine: Humperdinck: First things first, to the death.Westley: No. To the... ⇒
One of the best movies, EVER. Also, I used to have the book at home (SO fantastic!) but I know I lent it to someone (forgot whom) and it hasn’t been returned to me since.
I’m The Sad now…
Humperdinck: First things first, to the death. Westley: No. To the pain. Humperdinck: I don’t think I’m quite familiar with that phrase. Westley: I’ll explain and I’ll use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog-faced buffoon. Humperdinck: That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me. Westley: It won’t be the last. “To the pain” means the first thing you lose will be your feet, below the ankles, then your hands at the wrists. Next, your nose. Humperdinck: [losing his patience] And then my tongue, I suppose. I killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake I don’t mean to duplicate tonight. Westley: I wasn’t finished! The next thing you lose will be your left eye, followed by your right — Humperdinck: [exasperated] And then my ears. I understand! Let’s get on with it — Westley: WRONG! Your ears you keep, and I’ll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, “Dear God, what is that thing?” will echo in your perfect ears. That is what “to the pain” means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever. Humperdinck: I think you’re bluffing. Westley: It’s possible, Pig, I might be bluffing. It’s conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I’m only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. But, then again… perhaps I have the strength after all. [slowly rises and points sword directly at the prince] Drop. Your. Sword. - The Princess Bride
Illyrian type helmet ca. 5th century BC via The Metropolitan Museum of Art
It reminds me of the basic shape which I used for my friend’s tattoo commish. Make it more feathery and you get the stuff.
Is that the mo’ I should use to make a shout- out to him?
