Beschrijf waar je aan denkt bij het woord van je voorganger. Laatste woord was Zand.
Kunst.
Don't walk. Run, you sheep, run.
Museum.
Schilderijen.
Verf.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Kwast
If you can dream it , you can do it. ( Rein van Duivenboden)
penseel
I dress to kill, but tastefully
Hout
"Not my daughter, you bitch!"
Boom.
Natuur
If the compass breaks then follow your heart and I hope it leads you right back into my arms.
Bladeren.
Herfst.
Caution first, always.
Winter.
Haat.
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Nijd
"Finally the flesh reflects the madness within."
Kwaad.
Aerials, in the sky. When you lose small mind you free your life .