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tin troll
tin = Ukrainian meaning "umbra"
umbra = English:

1. shade; shadow.
2.
the invariable or characteristic accompaniment or companion of a person or thing.
3.
Astronomy .
a.
the complete or perfect shadow of an opaque body, as a planet, where the direct light from the source of illumination is completely cut off. Compare penumbra ( def. 1a ) .
b.
the dark central portion of a sunspot. Compare penumbra ( def. 1b ) .
4.
a phantom or shadowy apparition, as of someone or something not physically present; ghost; spectral image."

Troll = I

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What Trolls like?

Well, I'm 21 and striving for medical school. I lost a lot of dreams and have difficulty knowing what I like anymore so this helps me put some concepts together. So far I can say I love owlies, frogs, bunnies (zaichike), hedgehogs, fennec foxes and last but not least, fishies! Also of interest to me is various architecture, minimalism, nature, the forest, woods, parks, hikes, mountains, traveling, oceans and seas. I like the sky, the stars and cars, too. I also love technology and love site design, color wheels, cameras (hasselblads, leicas, mamimaya, canon). Font design is interesting and other forms of graphic design. Illustrations, alternative photographic processes (cyanotypes, platinum types) and multimedia delight me. Watercolor and ink is pretty. Books are comforting. TB hard-drives are very useful. CSS is great and recently JS importance has been increasing in my mind. My ears love trance, dubstep, ambient, rap, R&B, and classical sound. I especially love string quartet tributes! Motorcycles make me tingle; I have my permit and will be going for the licensing soon. I am not afraid of injury or death and relish live surgeries. I work as a paralegal, but have completed several internships that have allowed me to watch the human heart beating powerfully in its own pool of blood, exposed with a relatively small incision and then clamps pulling the walls apart. There are a lot of days that I see all of these things as being too superfluous to really care about. I used to really like sushi, Indian and Thai food, but even that I am losing taste for as food progressively becomes less important to me. I still like Green Tea lattes very much. I have plans for a lot of tattoos, but my motto for life is that in the grand scheme of life, none of it matters. In a world that's ending, do you love me?
Some friends:


Боюсь твой взгляд растопит мои льды.


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"Rape culture is telling girls and women to be careful about what you wear, how you wear it, how you carry yourself, where you walk, when you walk there, with whom you walk, whom you trust, what you do, where you do it, with whom you do it, what you drink, how much you drink, whether you make eye contact, if you’re alone, if you’re with a stranger, if you’re in a group, if you’re in a group of strangers, if it’s dark, if the area is unfamiliar, if you’re carrying something, how you carry it, what kind of shoes you’re wearing in case you have to run, what kind of purse you carry, what jewelry you wear, what time it is, what street it is, what environment it is, how many people you sleep with, what kind of people you sleep with, who your friends are, to whom you give your number, who’s around when the delivery guy comes, to get an apartment where you can see who’s at the door before they can see you, to check before you open the door to the delivery guy, to own a dog or a dog-sound-making machine, to get a roommate, to take self-defense, to always be alert always pay attention always watch your back always be aware of your surroundings and never let your guard down for a moment lest you be sexually assaulted and if you are and didn’t follow all the rules it’s your fault."


If you returned I’d be too afraid, to say either yes or no.  I would rather be alone, than to remember the pain and live in bedlam again; feels so deciduous and, my understanding of this is so convoluted, I question if time really exists.