﻿No, I don’t know how to play, it’s my sister’s guitar, she promised to pick it up on Tuesday.
Mom brought me a toy, but it’s kinda weird.
This is the embodiment of me and my way of thinking: a rabbit obscuring the scarlet sun... Actually, no, it has nothing to do with me.
A photo from my hiking trip.
I wonder if my mother gets tired of her work at all? She even has paintings on the walls related to her job.
It's way past the point where it should get traded-in for a new TV, but my mother has a different opinion.
Sister moves to another apartment, so she left her useless junk at our place.
It's already dark, but the city is still vibrant.
My old Rubik's cube. It started to jam a little, I hope it won't break.
Mom’s workplace. She likes to sit on the floor, pour hot coffee and enjoy the silence... however, it rarely happens because of neighbors.
Yeah... I don’t remember leaving such a mess. I'll clean it up later.
I'll eat you soon.
The scent of the seeds is in the air. it's hard to breathe.
Someday I'll clean this mess... but not today.
We were told that the cat will bring good luck to the house. Mom believes, but I'm not my mom.
Hmmm...
When I throw them, I often get the number 18. I don’t know why.