the trumpets are calling the trumpets are calling the trumpets are calling the trumpets are gone
…there was a type of motivation as effective as “night-before-hand-pressure”
we separate like ripples on a blank shore
deninnbilskedenn asked: I stalk your tumblr *SQQQQUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
may might must
I find myself hating things that I’m forced to study. I don’t know if this is some personal ineptitude or a universal thing, but I find myself avoid things I really used to like. Is it the over-thinking of a particular thing that makes it repulsive (and I mean that in a literal sense, not in a sense of total disgust)? I just think that if you studied something you’re interested...
Nes menas yra gyvenimas, žaisti su kitais ritmais.
we do it everyday
Alice. By Pogo. Delicious.