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Aesthetic masochism

27/10/2018

I like art that hurts. Lacerates. Gives me nightmares.

I don’t know why. Maybe I love life.

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  1. If it doesn’t make me want to dance, stay up all night, or cry, I don’t want to know. (Although I could be crying for joy sometimes).

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