Some people become poetry, some poetry become people. And out of all the poetry and people In the world, rameshylle was my favorite
Person 1: Why do you love your closest friends and yourself even after you know we all have flaws?
Rameshylle: I love myself and I love sharing my love with everyone. Everyone loves me and is drawn to my love. I love everyone and they don't have to be loveable for me to love them. I don't have to be loveable to love myself.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.