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@he4rtlust 
            
            A moment of realization. Death has a certain look to it. Like ying and yang. Life and death has..its ways of tugging on the heart strings for me considering what I did before I became a modeling photographer.

..  we're very different people  .  death scares me  ..  either way  ,  i can't die  .  what else do you think is unique and breathtaking  ?

@he4rtlust 
            
            I myself am scarred. Consider the faults in people a beautiful thing. Like death. It's unique and truthfully a breathtaking thing.

;;  curious  pls   ?

/     anythanng

:) :( anything <33

@warphotos 
            
            //Howdy yes please

@warphotos 
            
            :) :( hi !!

/ @warphotos \
            she smiled at the man , genuine kindness in her smile before she raised an eyebrow , “ May I ask what photographs you take ? Perhaps I could help .”

Didn't mean to add lowky in there

@LOVEYOUTOOMUCH- 
            
            "Serching for a perfect backdrop for my photography career. Merely a decent place to get a few photos in before the day ends." He said as he held his camera in hand before turning to face the young woman. A smile on his face as he looked at her with his lowky one visible eye. 

@warphotos 
            
            Jeff hummed as he listened to the other male talk about how death was beautify and how it was Art .  Jeff wasn't someone who was really into art ,  he just liked to play mental games with his victims before brutally murdering them .  " I … suppose so . I'm not an Artsy person per say ,  but I guess I can see how it can be beautiful . I mean look at me I'm beautiful , and I sometimes make my victims somewhat as beautiful as me . " He chuckled some as his Glasgow smile stretched wider as he grinned thinking of some of his victims who had the pleasure of getting a Glasgow smile as well before he killed them . 

@-killerinthemirror 
            
            "Mm?" The shorter male turned from where he was. Overlooking the other as he approached having be a bit funny to him as he stood up from the bloody mess he was taking pictures of. His eye widened. To most the male would have been considered terrifying. The bleached skin, permanent smile, the eyelids gone. But to a man who was just as fucked as he was he was amazed and attached. Not that he could even partake in a relationship with this supposed kid. He was happy enough to explain." Indedd I did, Mio Amico. Art in its purest form is it not?" He asked as he tilted his head. Overlooking the bloody mess of a modle lay headless on the ground with a bag in his other hand." Death is beauty after all.."