How does it feel to be the most stunningly beautiful SW member?Is it a daily battle with sickos? Or does thy timeless visage denote an equally timeless elevated mind set where such earthly matters hardly ever enters your mind?
Itβs a beautiful rainy day. And about to eat some ramen with way too many soft boiled eggs.Cuz dats how I like it.
When the glory of perfection ends, and suddenly the imperfect starts to look dazzlingly brilliant and beautiful...did you ever experience it? When?