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And lo, the Beast looked upon the face of Beauty. Beauty stayed Its hand and from that moment on, He was as one dead...

Beauty is a curse on the world. It keeps us from seeing who the real monsters are...




It's 1.11. I'm up watching King Kong, and i find myself yet again pondering my current obsession, the Modern Aesthetic... and vanity. I keep hearing the most ridicules things, said around me, multiple friends have made comments like "she's/he's out of my league". I simply hate the idea of a league table,  it is so absurd... people need some goddam self belief... maybe even a little arrogance wouldn't go a miss...

Am i the only person in the world that finds beauty in the confident, unfamiliar, and unusual?