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@timeamiklos9541 11 сағат бұрын

Bum Bum Bum Bum 🧨💥

@Vlahov-tq8yp 6 күн бұрын

Доказано на 444 репийт на тоя бангер пада средната в 8888!!!! дънииите до 666 и може и голямата да ви залееее!

@milekokic7 8 күн бұрын

Най-после баба ми няма да живее в едностайна панелка заради тая песен. (Заложих апартамента)

@TheBleChannel 8 күн бұрын

(kak za 2k be braat)

@matthewfreeman6656 8 күн бұрын

FULL

@bozhidarmanev3813 9 күн бұрын

Събаряй мистериятаааа

@bahrbahr1451 26 күн бұрын

shit's good, for real

@thebartender9655 26 күн бұрын

this shit so good had to buy me a pair of beyerdynamic so I can enjoy it to it's fullest

@gabichaa 27 күн бұрын

🔥🔥🔥🔥

@crvsher2135 27 күн бұрын

Ебре дебрееее

@derpdudtennoherelol4053 27 күн бұрын

Pretty nice

@PanJahRave Ай бұрын

M O G G E D

@gerryjinn969 Ай бұрын

Amazing ❤

@GeremyFendart Ай бұрын

Hello saléme 👍💙🤍♥️ Reims Very good for Rave party Teknival européen 🇲🇫 1mai ❤❤🎉🎉😅

@mickaelpayen Ай бұрын

😂

@felipedasilvaaraujo1158 Ай бұрын

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@felipedasilvaaraujo1158 Ай бұрын

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@sarahlol4001 Ай бұрын

Usually nuns scare me. On my trip in Amsterdam I took shrooms in a museum. It was full of old religious paintings. The shroom seemed to not have an effect at first. But then a painting of the sea started to catch my eyes (The Sea, Jan Toorop, 1887 - Rijksmuseum). The shrooms effect now set it. I stared at it for so long that the waves started to move. The waves kept moving and moving and became more realistic, the longer I held my breath. I knew I was in a museum, but in that moment I believed I was looking through a window. Into the sea. Not wanting this beautiful illusion to end, I kept holding my breath. I paid 30 dollars. I held my breath for so long that my body was signaling me to stop. The typical feeling you get when you feel like you suffocate. However, I didn't listen I wanted to make every penny worth and look into the sea as long as I could. I ignored the physical pain and kept holding my breath. The painting, the sea captivated me. Then I started to notice red paint brush strokes in the middle of the painting. They expanded. It reminded me of blood. Like blood emerging in the sea. Something, no someone? It was rising from the blood. Disturbing crying grimaces following its shadow. Black face, white cloth. A nun. In awe and horror I could not take my eyes off her and she could not take hers from mine. Smiling and black tears running down her face, just like in the picture. Tall and unforgiving she towered over me like a warning. It was only seconds, but as my heart kept beating faster and faster I still hold my breath. Not in awe anymore, but in fear. Am I going to die? I finally catched my breath again and when I looked up again, she was gone. Was she something I feared unconciously? Was my body desperately trying to bring me back to breathing? Did she actually saved me from death or was she death preparing to claim me? I dont know. But nuns are certainly something I think about often after that.

@crvsher2135 Ай бұрын

i think u were trippin

@felipedasilvaaraujo1158 Ай бұрын

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