#timesgoby

[littletod]

#weekend #vibes #goodvibes #goodtime #times #timesgoby #timesup #soon #weekends #weekendtime #insta #instagram #instadaily #instasmile #instagramer #instagood #instaphoto #instacool #instame #zara #zaralook #zarawoman (at Horsens, Denmark)

[littletod]

Coffee and quality time with parents is all that matters afterall... 🇷🇴🌹 #parents #qualitytime #times#timesgoby #goodvibes #vibes (at Pøt Strandby)

[runeholthen]

From creation to community: creator updates from VidCon 2017

YT is stucked in many ways this morning!!

can't get acsess to comments under the videos...

come on guys.. earn your salary! fix it!

Rune Holthen originally shared:

Youtube works quite ok related to the creativity parts, but a revamp ia coming. But I guess we all are at pension before it happens.. #timesgoby

We just have to see what's going to be...

I was hoped they would build it all up from the beginning and maybe pay some attention to the ordinary users (them who made yt what it is) and not the sophisticated stars, who give a s...t

#youtube

https://plus.google.com/+RuneHolthenFromNorway/posts/YmJuWfTSEqG

[ruudes]

I know we are not exactly acquainted, but, ♔.

That's quite alright, I really enjoy your page! A words and literary enthusiast, and you have a nice playlist. You present yourself in a good fashion. You carry a mysterious, but friendly and serious air about you.

[aurora-aneliese]

Sometimes, his heart would be the equivalent to an ocean. His heart was an ocean and there was a little boat floating endlessly in the enormous ocean. Within the boat, a boy would sit, not knowing what to do. Sometimes he couldn't decide if he was merely looking at the little boy in the boat or if he was the little boy himself, stranded in the ocean of a confused existence. He could only hope that the boy would find the shore one day or the light of a lighthouse would guide him there.

World End Anthology

[aurora-aneliese]

A sea of entangled legs and intertwined fingers—all of it fit right into place, pieces of a puzzle. The loft was at its usual cluttered state—pieces of cloth littered among the floor, fresh flowers planted within stale tea cups and old unknown classic books scattered. They were submerged—they were in drowning for each other rather. They were in love.

World End Anthology