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Hello, There. Let me see what I can say about myself, here…I am such a romantic. I romanticize the past, death, just too much. I don’t need to romanticize nature, as I trust it’s beauty is as real as it seems.If I could be one other person it would be Yolande de Polastron, the duchess of Polignac; an absolutely beautiful lady who was depicted in revolutionary pamphlets as Marie Antoinette's lover. But even more than that, I wish I lived in the era of Copper Arsenite. The deadly enticing green, a subtle threat lingering on your walls, toys, dresses. Hidden in the items you purchase for the sake of beauty… But that is life, beautiful and yet ephemeral. Youth lasts only a moment and age sets in before you know it. But civilization binds us to a life of tedium. To live a reckless youth only leads to ruin. That two is romantic. But I would rather die at the end, rather than be confined to the life of misery I paved. And though I have these ideals, I stay on the safe side of life, which saddens meTo clear things up, when I say I romanticize death, I do not mean like the romantic painters, who thought that death was as beautiful as sleep and an angel would carry you away before you grew cold. I, instead, romanticize the grueling aspects as well, which could be…
AAAAH this was supposed to be an “About” page. I should save a manifesto for when I have more time!