the second syscovery
(part 1)

oozey mess
todays bird
cherry valley forever
occasionally subtle
NASA
Cosmic Funnies
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
noise dept.
Mike Driver

gracie abrams
Keni

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
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EXPECTATIONS

if i look back, i am lost
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵

shark vs the universe
official daine visual archive
YOU ARE THE REASON
ojovivo
seen from Malaysia
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seen from United States
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seen from Netherlands
seen from Italy

seen from Malaysia
seen from Argentina
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seen from Malaysia
seen from Vietnam
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seen from Singapore
seen from Colombia
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seen from Türkiye
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the second syscovery
(part 1)
it's raining somewhere else
you know, i don't remember
Warning.
This one is NOT a funny or uplifting one.
Again, I feel obligated to say this is not a reflection of my current life.
It’s an exploration. I often wonder why I tell the stories I tell and why I stop myself from telling certain stories. The feelings are there and they need to come out. Sometimes I don’t have the courage to let them out and I do something else instead but then I feel it. And it doesn’t feel good. When I do draw them out, it doesn’t necessarily make me feel happy, but it makes me understand my world a little bit better.
I hesitate to share them almost every single time( except if they are funny or cute because everybody likes funny and cute) because I am afraid of the judgement ( Either good or bad ). There are a lot of things I haven’t done in my life because of that fear so I’m just working on ..working with that fear!
That’s really it.
#pascalcampion
“there is nothing here please go away”
David Lynch
unfortunately he’s fascinating
he still calls me that?
Evergreen
the beauty of Eretz Yisrael
I love being Jewish. I love the way a bracha rolls off my tongue, half whisper, half inheritance, and suddenly I'm not alone.
I'm stitched to something older than exile, older than fear.
There are generations behind me, candlelit and stubborn, who prayed with the same words, who wept and danced and buried their dead with the same rhythms.
Through halacha, through ritual, through the ache of tradition, I belong.
עם ישראל חי
I drew the Hulk