What’s up with our obsession with beauty and why are we so adamant on finding it?
Veslemøy's Song
In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine. No wonder we are depressed.
In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine. No wonder we are depressed.
What’s up with our obsession with beauty and why are we so adamant on finding it?
