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Open - Family Room Large minimalist open concept medium tone wood floor and beige floor family room photo with white walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace, a bar and a wall-mounted tv
“I'm so sick of that same old love The kind that breaks your heart”
Mi inspiracion: Same Old Love (Selena Gomez)
Bathroom - Transitional Powder Room Example of a transitional black floor powder room design with multicolored walls and a wall-mount sink
Benetton F1 from 80s
Anyone want a sad rat trying to revive his friend??
Hehe I was craving angst but anyways take this piece that took long
“You don’t know how to love me when you’re sober
When the bottle’s done you pull me closer”
-“Sober” by Selena Gomez.
I am the midnight of a soul I’m the other side of the wall The fissure between the tops Ever-hunted blood-red fox I am the glimpse of a thought I’m the wave broken by rocks A mystery of nothing Trapped, caught by snares whilst hunting I am the smoke of a burnt-out candle The smell of night The sight of blinds I am the broken glass’ torn-down handle The weight of light The might of fright But dawn follows the night I’ll enjoy an eagle’s flight And I already know Why I wait tomorrow
(via bernatk)
I got that same feel now, more than a year after writing this, though nothing's the same really ... #revival
I am the midnight of a soul I'm the other side of the wall The fissure between the tops Ever-hunted blood-red fox I am the glimpse of a thought I'm the wave broken by rocks A mystery of nothing Trapped, caught by snares whilst hunting I am the smoke of a burnt-out candle The smell of night The sight of blinds I am the broken glass' torn-down handle The weight of light The might of fright But dawn follows the night I'll enjoy an eagle's flight And I already know Why I wait tomorrow
I want Goncharov 1973 back.
Can we like 😳🫣 get a revival, please?
I know it has passed for like a WHILE and that maybe it’s better to let a good thing ‘die’ because more is less, but I had a moment in which I wanted to read and write about it and wish it into existence. And I kind of hope there’s somebody else out there who would like to write more about it as well.
Goncharov never dies, I guess, not in my heart. It was a great time.