Picturesque of a Sculpture Art.


Kanal geosi va tili: ko‘rsatilmagan, ko‘rsatilmagan
Toifa: ko‘rsatilmagan


Writing nonfiction is more like sculpture, a matter of shaping the research into the finished thing. Novels are like paintings, specifically watercolors. Every stroke you put down you have to go with,. @Northeasternn and @Sculptureartbot.

Связанные каналы

Kanal geosi va tili
ko‘rsatilmagan, ko‘rsatilmagan
Toifa
ko‘rsatilmagan
Statistika
Postlar filtri


Mana nih bts rp-ers tidak menongol


Bts rp-ers absen yuk @Sculptureartbot




8 july 2021, Happiest Day For Bybelie.

My random and precious person, geulis ku Bybelie. Happy birthday yaa ♡ Sorry i just can give you this short massage as a gift 🥺. I'm happy for you karena tambah besar, tambah cantik, tambah dewasa. Jadikan momen ini spesial buat kamu yaaa. I wish nothing but the best of you, darl. May you be blessed with sustenance, a long life, more mature, healthier, happier, and more positive. I hope your birthday this time makes your personality better. If you have a hard time don't hesitate to pour all your heart to me, okay?? My massage is only one, always be random , kind , positive Bybelie that I know. Ily and let's get closer bb




Please fw this massage


Hello, who steal this username @skzayein please can you give it back ?? It's my brother username. He used to be leaving but its his lovely username. I know you're good person, so can you give it back? Please if you have a good intentions please chat my bot @Sculptureartbot or my roomchat @KimJenndiest. Thank you ♡






animation.gif
11.3Mb
The slightly memories; Florence, Italy.

Florence, my remembrance. Where all the memories reverse over and over at then. Like a film that is played continuously until it corrupt. In that place, where come upon the found of home to me. Raison d'etre my true self.

I'm now in the town called Florence, in a small tavern across from a slightly crowded bakery, sitting alone in a booth of a room near a sweeping window with a cup of lemon tea while scribe a story I've never told anyone. I overflow all my stories into the brown well-worn book that was in front of me right now with a sharp pen that I was holding.

All the memories that little by little occur in mind, Start shedding tears in silence as memories begin to appear in the memory, all the grief, bliss, rage. Memory warn me of all the good and bad memories, then I know, I can't just sojourn in my past I have to step forward for my future. while sipping the tea that has started to cold I start to feel relaxed and look out the big window. 🍂☕️🪟




ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
{📻🎶 } Music reminds me of affect. Affect that can be sensed through art that can be heard. Everything that is felt will overflow with tones and poems that can only be enjoyed with the sense of audio. The music we hear makes you dance with seventh heaven, or makes you blubber bitterly. The emotions that we express indicate that we feel, live the verse of each stanza in the strain. The strains of pitched instruments, descant that indulge the ears, poetic lyrics, establish us drift into the rhythm. Music not only uses the listener's senses to be luxuriate, but also the sense of taste, the heart is also played to lick one's lips lyric by lyric. Music is very necessary in existence. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ




Video oldindan ko‘rish uchun mavjud emas
Telegram'da ko‘rish
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
{📜🎻} ; Being born into the world, made everyone who knew her cheer with seventh heaven. Aphrodite rhapsodic by her extraordinary pulchritude. Elegance eyes, skin as white as porcelain dolls, sugary little red lips like azalea flower. Her mother wished perfection for her little girl. A little shindig under the graceful Crescent moon to a soft melody from nowhere.


She tried to atone for her past sins, making this a new life, without any regrets. Everyone hopes success comes to them, she tries to achieve that eclat with her hands, making everything that has occurred an experience for her to arise majestic but beauteous on her own.


Maybe live isn't about avoiding the bruises maybe it's about to collecting the scars to prove we showed up for it.

By, 𝗥𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗡𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗘𝗶𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗵.

14 ta oxirgi post ko‘rsatilgan.

377

obunachilar
Kanal statistikasi