Conor | he | 20s
Sierra Foothills/MSP/Bay Area |
some stuff i like, some i don't |
quirked up; swagless |
i do chemistry, sometimes i write, the former often prevents the latter
desperately craving weird surrealist arthurania. Knights with no faces wandering through the mists. Seams between Christian and pre-Christian Britain gaping like open wounds. Beafts and visions. Maybe a monk. Maybe the monk is gay
Imagine being a tuna (Atlantic bluefin, Thunnus thynnus). You are a super predator, over six feet long and almost a ton. You are as beautiful and shiny and mercilessly efficient as a sports car, a true marvel of the sea. But you taste so fucking good