One always imagines that the days that change one’s life must be marked with something extraordinary in nature—storms and lightning, darkness at noon, and so on. In truth they are indistinguishable from any other, which is one reason we feel mocked, as if the world is telling us we are inconsequential.

Few artists can afford artistic temperament.

Ihr üppiges, weniges, rabenschwarzes Haar trug Simba tief über die Schläfen herab und im Nacken in einen dichten Knoten geknüpft.

Words?baby keep that for you, i wanna see actions :)

Written By Nsc❦︎

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