A Faint Mortal Soul

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Ја? Ја сам избледела смртна душа

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A Faint Mortal Soul's Interests

General	I'm into languages, art and radiological incident research. I like playing Stardew valley, Sims 2 and minecraft. I enjoy stargazing
Music	Deftones, Sleep Token, The Buttertones, Joost, TNT, Sara Landry, Brutalismus 3000, Evanescence, The Weeknd, Radiohead, $B, Буч Кесиди, Ayesha Erotica
Movies	As above so below, insidious, police academy, rush hour, the blair witch project, Indiana Jones, hotel Transylvania, silence of the lambs/hannibal, тесна кожа, harry Potter
Television	Naruto, breaking bad, hannibal, horimiya, attack on titan
Books	Reading classics is my major, but I occasionally enjoy romcoms
Heroes	Gordon Ramsay

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About me:

Don't ask a lady about her age. Ask her what her favourite poems are.

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments; love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom: If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved."

⭐Shakespeare

"A pure white hind appeared to me with two gold horns, on green grass, between two streams, in a laurel's shade, at sunrise, in the unripe season. Her aspect was so sweet and proud I left all my labour to follow her: as a miser, in search of treasure, makes his toil lose its bitterness in delight. 'Touch me not,' in diamonds and topaz, was written round about her lovely neck: 'it pleased my Lord to set me free.' The sun had already mounted to mid-day, my eyes were tired with gazing, but not sated, when I fell into water, and she vanished."

⭐Petrarch