An utterly perfect, nakedly clocky AAGMP AGAMP | GNC aesthetic boy-moder youngshit passoid, serenely cradled from a halcyon of loving, supportive parents and scientific advancements from the peak of western civilization, her azure eyes unmolested by the rank hobbesian underworld beneath her, she has literally transcended and left humanity behind, standing on the shoulders of countless hon creatures that paved the way, akin to Griffith from Berserk.

A rare and fragile beauty, like a pinned butterfly, impossible before our time. suspended in pubertal development at precisely the right moment to attain the peak of human aesthetics. incredible to think we're one of only a few generations in this gilded peak of the industrial age who will bear witness to such living breathing works of art before society falls apart again, and it becomes nothing but historical document for another several centuries. It is difficult to comprehend the magnitude of the blessing I've been granted to come to exist on this planet at precisely the right moment to be alive at the same time as Hunter Schafer and to experience her kino coming to fruition as a tangible, living process, flesh and spirit, now. I hope I'm lucky enough to catch even so much as a glimpse of her IRL one day, not to meet her or be a creep or anything, just to be able to know that I experienced that beauty, that realness, as visceral, tangible truth in the short time I was on this earth.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5663815&forum_id=2E#48552618)

she. congrats weirdos, you got me in the crying game.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5663815&forum_id=2E#48982287)