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Morning drive to pick up my wine order! Love our wineries here. #nmwine #heartofthedesert #mesilla #newmexicotrue #newmexicolife #newmexico #indigomermaidllc #mydesertlife #desertmermaid #southernnm #southwest (at Heart Of The Desert Pistachios & Wines) https://www.instagram.com/p/CO_NvqvhM-_/?igshid=1i6rt5yeaiuhf
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"Heart of the Desert" from "The Uncanny" on black vinyl pressed by @handdrawnrecords! Looking forward to touring this year and bringing these badass records with me xx RR #vinyl #rubyraetheuncanny #heartofthedesert #voodooqueenmusic #vinylrecords #numark
Hola, vengo a pedir perdón por mi ausencia y...y can I come back? *puppy eyes filled with tears* *leaves vegan brownies*
Yassss, obvio que sí, como dice el recuento, cualquiera puede volver si lo desea, ahora mismo paso a darle follow back a la rubia.
S.
De la 41 a la 46.
[41] ¿Cuál era tu mejor materia en la secundaria?
Debo decir que ninguna me agradaba demasiado y las pasé a todas con lo justo y necesario. Me gustaban los talleres extracurriculares de arte y expresión corporal, pero nada más.
[42] ¿Qué haces cuando estás triste?
Suelo enfadarme más que ponerme triste, tengo una manera extraña de lidiar con las emociones pero, volviendo al punto, hago ejercicio, libero endorfinas y vuelvo al ruedo.
[43] ¿Eres de llorar demasiado?
No lo considero llorar demasiado. Creo que es lo justo y necesario, ni mucho ni poco, ¿me doy a entender? Lloro un rato y luego compro ropa, no hay nada más sanador que eso.
[44] ¿Te consideras puntual?
Todos aquellos que se atreven a aparecer antes de que yo lo haga, llegan demasiado temprano.
[45] ¿Sabes cocinar?
Algo, no demasiado.
[46] ¿Tienes alergias, alguna vez tuviste un ataque de alergia?
Al pelo de los animales y nunca tuve un ataque de alergia en toda regla, con los ojos hinchados, los mocos y la cara roja, pero sí se me obstruyeron las vías respiratorias una vez, cuando tenía unos diez o doce años. Estaba en la casa de una compañera y ella tenía un gato (cuya existencia yo desconocía) por lo que… bueno, sucedió.
Trailing her fingers along the wide railing, Becca walked along the bridge until she got out to the middle of it. Then she sat down on the barrier, more like a short wall than a rail. Today was the day. Today was the day she was going to die. She took out a notebook, a brand new one so she didn't have any of her other drawings get destroyed. They were all locked safely in her closet, and she'd given Alex the key to it. Today was a day just for sketching. Sketching and...waiting for the inevitable to happen. It felt like forever since she first began seeing things, and truly she didn't remember a time when she hadn't. Now she was coming to the end of it, no more visions, no more demands on her brain... Truly she was all right with this; she was accepting of her fate and willing to simply sit here until it came.
She began to sketch the scene she saw in front of her, the clouds, the opposite side of the bridge, the cars, everything in front of her was fair game. It was something to do and it was a way to pass the time. Even if soon the drawing would be destroyed by water, it didn't matter. She spent hours sketching the scene, then she turned the page. For the past half hour she'd looked solely at the paper, finishing details and remembering the scene perfectly well enough to draw it without looking up, but now she finally was taking a break to look around the bridge she'd visited nearly every day for years. It would probably be her last chance to look around it, and that made her heart hurt.
Literally. That was the last thing she remembered, falling into unconsciousness and toppling backwards off of the bridge. Her notebook came with her, since it had been in her lap, fluttering through the air and falling after her. It landed on top of her, warping into existence just a split second after she did--Becca hadn't fallen into the water below the bridge, but rather she had fallen through a 'hole' in space and time, which sealed up as inexplicably as it had opened once girl and notebook were deposited in their new location--a comfortable bed, if uncomfortably hot. Becca was dressed for snow, not the desert she'd been warped into. She stirred awkwardly, coming to despite having only just been knocked out. Her little trip had hit a 'reset button' of sorts, waking her up and restarting her stopped heart.
"Wha...?" she asked, lifting up her glasses to rub at her eyes a bit before slowly sitting up.
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outofchakra; .......... -SCREECH- :U
H-hello amazing people and glad to know I'm not the only one with that problem. Any of you wish to be friends? ;w;/)
