Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. // ,
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Quite a few people have been asking me to make a real "about me". Though, to be brutally honest, this blog is my about me. This, my own little corner of Tumblr, is essentially who I am as well as the person I aspire to be. Enjoy the journey.