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Created on 2011-12-30 07:54:41 (#1330829), never updated
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| Name: | waoterlelie |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | Nov 16 |
| Location: | Texas, United States of America |
Nik. Lazy fucking teenager. Dumb nixie. Texas. Hedonist. Aromantic queer-male. Dirty toed hippie. Ruffian. Changeling. Lover of anise liquor and flowery foods. Discordian Pagan. Scorpio. Aspiring anthropologist, or maybe taxidermist? Mycologist? Who knows. Teen Nihilist, ahururur. Water-baby and drag queen. Divine joker. Faggoty-faggot. Equestrian. Amateur botanist.
My soul is the rain. I love the water and I am the water and I bleed water and I am born from water. I am betrothed to the summer songs of water wraiths, gurgling with verdure aquatic and rustling leaves over head, babbling brooks in their voices. To the black horse in the lake, and he will lure you to your death with his sticky and cold skin as you try to rip the water-lilies from his muddy mane. He will drown you, because he loves you. I am betrothed to the spirit of the loc. To an undine friend, long lost. To the wilds. To the naiad’s sensuous caress. To a kelpie’s kisses.
“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
-Anais Nin
My soul is the rain. I love the water and I am the water and I bleed water and I am born from water. I am betrothed to the summer songs of water wraiths, gurgling with verdure aquatic and rustling leaves over head, babbling brooks in their voices. To the black horse in the lake, and he will lure you to your death with his sticky and cold skin as you try to rip the water-lilies from his muddy mane. He will drown you, because he loves you. I am betrothed to the spirit of the loc. To an undine friend, long lost. To the wilds. To the naiad’s sensuous caress. To a kelpie’s kisses.
“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
-Anais Nin
animal collective, art, being queen of the frogs, big blood, cocorosie, collecting, cy twombly fan boying, digesting obscene amounts of folklore, dogtooth, fashion, harold and maude, hedwig and the angry inch, liberating, nabokov and non-fiction, neko z alenky, sensual pleasures, shortbus, sibylle baeir, sleepytime gorilla museum, sowing the seeds of discord, tideland, tobacco
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