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This song. I have been listening to these words repeatedly today.
We will call this place our home,
The dirt in which our roots may grow. 340 more words
To all the adults that grew up in the 90s – Remember your 12-year-old self when you sat next to your tape deck/ CD stereo, listening to the radio for hours trying to get the new Blink 182 or Backstreet Boys song recorded onto a blank tape, because your parents refused to buy you the new album? 1,012 more words
Happy Tuesday! Today I’d like to share a short time lapse video filmed and edited entirely with my lovely little iPad mini.
It’s of a small tack fused sample that was made using a sheet of 3mm turquoise opal, black glassline liner, powder, various grades of frit, stringers, confetti, some clear scraps of glass, and a few pre-fired frit balls. 219 more words