Start #NationalCerealDay off right with the killer taste of "Camp Crystal Flakes" by @Michael Buxton. Available on apparel, accessories and home goods.
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Start #NationalCerealDay off right with the killer taste of "Camp Crystal Flakes" by @Michael Buxton. Available on apparel, accessories and home goods.
Start your Friday the 13th off right with the killer taste of "Camp Crystal Flakes" by Michael Buxton
nico face reveal 😱 > today, nico has admitted he likes wearing masks that cover his whole face. we all teased him over him being a dream kinnie. we are such good friends to him! >nico lore nico dislikes people who draw anatomy slightly off > also nicos taste in men is the higher likelyhood that he gets killed because of them, the better. in retrospect this was pretty obvious and I'm kind of stupid,, he says he likes guys who will kill him because “if we break up I won't have to say I got back w my ex” how silly goofy! >hy also is a simp for like 4 separate creepypsta characters,,, which is,,, concerning,,, but go off i guess, male manipulator? >OH YEAH I FORGOT HE ALSO IS ATTRACTED TO GRILBY FORM UNDERTALE >looking back nico is kind of a simp what a silly little man ok statement ends bye - paris (she/her, was/were)
I realized that my former desire had been more exacting than the requirements of the poet, the actress, and the great decorative artist who had staged the production, and that the magic surrounding a line as it was delivered, the shifting gestures perpetually transformed into others, the successive tableaux were the fleeting result, the momentary objective, the mobile masterpiece which the art of the theater meant itself to be, and which the attentiveness of an overcaptivated spectator would destroy by trying to hold it in a fixed image.
Marcel Proust, The Guermantes Way, translated by Mark Treharne, p. 46