| Страна: | Россия |
| Город: | нет данных |
| Место рождения: | Los-Santos |
| Возраст: | 23 года |
| Дата рождения: | 25 сентября 2002 |
| Знак зодиака: | Весы |
| Семейное положение: | неизвестно |
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Обновить профиль| Музыка: | reggae |
| Фильмы: | Never Give Up; City of Thieves; Paul: The Secret Material; The Wolf of Wall Street; Joker |
| ТВ передачи: | shameless |
| Игры: | poker |
| Книги: | "The Gray House", Mariam Petrosyan |
| Интересы: | Games, movies, books, photography |
| О себе: | My own uselessness is devouring me. Soon there will be only bones left. A familiar feeling, one I’ve had too often ever since Wolf died. Then it turned out that I could get used to living with it. Now I’ll have to drag myself through all of that again. Endlessly repeating to myself that it could have been worse. |
| Деятельность: | illustrator, smm, writer |
| Владение языками: | English |
| Политические взгляды: | либертарианские |
| Религия и мировоззрение: | |
| Отношение к алкоголю: | |
| Отношение к курению: | нейтральное |
| Главное в людях: | юмор и жизнелюбие |
| Главное в жизни: | саморазвитие |
| Любимые цитаты: | “I don’t like stories. I like moments. I like night better than day, moon better than sun, and here-and-now better than any sometime-later. I also like birds, mushrooms, the blues, peacock feathers, black cats, blue-eyed people, heraldry, astrology, criminal stories with lots of blood, and ancient epic poems where human heads can hold conversations with former friends and generally have a great time for years after they’ve been cut off. I like good food and good drink, sitting in a hot bath and lounging in a snowbank, wearing everything I own at once, and having everything I need close at hand. I like speed and that special ache in the pit of the stomach when you accelerate to the point of no return. I like to frighten and to be frightened, to amuse and to confound. I like writing on the walls so that no one can guess who did it, and drawing so that no one can guess what it is. I like doing my writing using a ladder or not using it, with a spray can or squeezing the paint from a tube. I like painting with a brush, with a sponge, and with my fingers. I like drawing the outline first and then filling it in completely, so that there’s no empty space left. I like letters as big as myself, but I like very small ones as well. I like directing those who read them here and there by means of arrows, to other places where I also wrote something, but I also like to leave false trails and false signs. I like to tell fortunes with runes, bones, beans, lentils, and I Ching. Hot climates I like in the books and movies; in real life, rain and wind. Generally rain is what I like most of all. Spring rain, summer rain, autumn rain. Any rain, anytime. I like rereading things I’ve read a hundred times over. I like the sound of the harmonica, provided I’m the one playing it. I like lots of pockets, and clothes so worn that they become a kind of second skin instead of something that can be taken off. I like guardian amulets, but specific ones, so that each is responsible for something separate, not the all-inclusive kind. I like drying nettles and garlic and then adding them to anything and everything. I like covering my fingers with rubber cement and then peeling it off in front of everybody. I like sunglasses. Masks, umbrellas, old carved furniture, copper basins, checkered tablecloths, walnut shells, walnuts themselves, wicker chairs, yellowed postcards, gramophones, beads, the faces on triceratopses, yellow dandelions that are orange in the middle, melting snowmen whose carrot noses have fallen off, secret passages, fire-evacuation-route placards; I like fretting when in line at the doctor’s office, and screaming all of a sudden so that everyone around feels bad, and putting my arm or leg on someone when asleep, and scratching mosquito bites, and predicting the weather, keeping small objects behind my ears, receiving letters, playing solitaire, smoking someone else’s cigarettes, and rummaging in old papers and photographs. I like finding something lost so long ago that I’ve forgotten why I needed it in the first place. I like being really loved and being everyone’s last hope, I like my own hands—they are beautiful, I like driving somewhere in the dark using a flashlight, and turning something into something completely different, gluing and attaching things to each other and then being amazed that it actually worked. I like preparing things both edible and not, mixing drinks, tastes, and scents, curing friends of the hiccups by scaring them. There’s an awful lot of stuff I like.” ― Mariam Petrosyan, The Gray House |
| Источники вдохновения: | Quality books, music and movies |
| Школа №5
начало обучения с 2008г.
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выпуск 2019г.
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Россия, Володарск |
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НАПКС (бывш. КИПКС, СФ ДИСИ) (КФУ), дата окончания: 2024 Факультет: Архитектурно-строительный факультет
Кафедра: Кафедра градостроительства
Статус: Студент (бакалавр), Очное отделение
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Россия, Симферополь |
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