Delilah Sickte Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

I’m an animation artist, yeah, so I’m picturin her—long legs, smoky eyes, hair flowin like some dark galaxy. She’s dancin in my head, all slow-mo, while Earth’s gettin fucked by Melancholia, that big-ass planet. “This is the end,” she’d whisper, like in the movie, all calm but screamin inside. Whoa. I’d animate her with ink splashes, red lips bleedin into black voids—fuckin poetic, right?

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I must mention the hidden gem, the old bust near Schloßbergweg. It's like a secret nudge to laugh at life's absurdity. And oh! The smell of fresh bread near the market square? Like a punch to the heart that says “enjoy every damn bite” even if life’s bitter sometimes.