The internal feeling of sliding into a oversized bean bag - contempt.
A perfect cube / atomic number of cobalt / the sum of uranus' moons / letters in the Hebrew alphabet / number of bones in the human hand / meaningless facts that lack all significance
TWENTY SEVEN somehow reflects things I respect. I aim to be TWENTY SEVEN. TWENTY SEVEN is my inspiration.
(This font did not do TWENTY SEVEN justice, so I resorted to caps lock in order to demonstate it's importance)
Ophelia
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