Jan 13, 2020
First casualties are in. These sadly did not make it. I dono how they broke as they were in their boxes but were crushed somehow. Such is the fragility of the eggshell. . . . . posted on Instagram - https://ift.tt/2QKLYnv
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First casualties are in. These sadly did not make it. I dono how they broke as they were in their boxes but were crushed somehow. Such is the fragility of the eggshell. . . . . posted on Instagram - https://ift.tt/2QKLYnv
Sometimes It Happens
By Brian Patten.
Ese momento incómodo en el que estás escuchando una de tus canciones favoritas mientras vas en el bus, la tarareas, la cantas, luego comienzas a moverte al ritmo de la música, abres los ojos y hay varias personas mirándote #Music #Rock #Grunge #MusicIsLife #SometimesItHappens https://www.instagram.com/p/B7HJXnmDQne2XtouMzKDReou3D1WaoCEEzfpOE0/?igshid=14gomgm3b93lw
#девчонки #girls #sometimesithappens #никогданепоздно #montreal #daughters (at Le Plateau) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxltskrDx_8/?igshid=g2qukbs6sple
“everything you can imagine is real” - Pablo Picasso #productiveday#sometimesithappens#procrastinationqueen#lookatmycutedesk#studysesh#beingproductive (en Waterloo, Belgium)
Durlstotherim Newmani - submission for local zine that didn't make it- so you can read it now! #sometimesithappens #penbrush #lettering #makeart #comix
Durlstotherim Newmani - submission for local zine that didn't make it- so you can read it now! #sometimesithappens #penbrush #lettering #makeart #comix
"We rarely talk anymore. But that wasn't the problem. I'm okay to less talk; the obligation to speak or type whatever's in my head tires most of my brain regions. The problem is I get this feeling that you are slowly drifting away, not because our poles are the same, but because you are being attracted by an outer force that is much stronger than I am. And with that, there's nonthing more I can do – there's nothing left for me to do. A spark is called a spark for one reason: it does not last. It should either ignite into a flame, or die into thin air. Soon we might stop talking for good. And it scares me. A lot. But I'd get by. Or maybe not."