Oct 30, 2018


My horns hold the crescent moon, and I move fluidly and fiercely from intuition to reason. Inside my monstrous powerhouse of a shell is a gentleman. I’m furiously eager to arrive at modesty. I remain steady and stay the course. I walk the wide fields as I play the long game. Don’t give up. 💪🏼🌛💥

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