Mar 22
“Spring, summer, autumn, winter” poem by moi <3
Loading...
seen from China
seen from Argentina
seen from Australia
seen from Spain
seen from Maldives
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Netherlands
seen from Malaysia
seen from Netherlands
seen from Netherlands
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Taiwan
“Spring, summer, autumn, winter” poem by moi <3
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I have so many cool scenes with Link in my head as a knight and everything, BUT EVERTIME I TRY TO PAINT MY BRAIN IS JUST 💀💀💀💀💀 i know i should practice but i dont know where to start :<
THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING!
BRAIN, JUST LET ME SHOW THE WORLD WHAT COOL STUFF GOES ON IN MY HEAD! 😭😭
This image was in my mind for a few days...had to get it out on canvas. Ah, the artists mind. #cassinicreations #artistsmind #thoughts https://www.instagram.com/p/B8SDHfZlY0X/?igshid=xmv2fyiqgb4u
E ai eu me deparo com essa composição. #artistsmind #littlevenicelondon (at Little Venice, London)
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
The Mind of the Artist: Action that Fills my Soul
The Mind of the Artist: Action that Fills my Soul
What is it that makes you tick? It’s the big question, lying down at night or even when doing the dishes. What makes your soul sing with high-rise vibration–that you effect those around you. We’re in a world where we are no longer needed to just function and think with our heads below the sand. Where is humanity heading after the long years of not following our intuitive hits? And, where will we…
View On WordPress
People throw away what they could have by insisting on perfection, which they cannot have, and looking for it where they will never find it.
i have an artists mind. for a week or a couple weeks at a time i just kind of go ghost. i hope they know I'm okay. I'm just regrouping.