This is the story of Christina and her cup.
Everyone who has moved out at home is familiar with it: All your relatives and acquaintances give you all the stuff they never needed. Somehow, however, everyone thinks that these things will be used by us, sooner or later. And so I met my teacup.
Shortly after I had gathered with my friend, his mother gave us some of the dishes. Plates, cups & cutlery. Everything with a magical onion pattern. My first reflex was laughing because I found it so stupid. I mean, for the first own apartment I had different suggestions
On the second glance, I noticed that the cups fit quite perfectly to my Alice in Wonderland Faible. The first picture was a test, because I always wanted to try composings. Today there are already 11.
Thanks to the cups I've found what I've been looking for in all the years I've been with photography.
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"What do you want in your coffee?" "A piece of sugar, two antidepressants, a baby penguin, and a small spoon, please."
keys on your path
I knew who I was this morning, but iv'e changed a few times since then
An ocean full of thoughts in a teaspoon of time
By the sea all worries become so tiny.
If the biggest opponent is himself, then you can only win I want to take a foot instead of just keeping pace I was there, writing big on apartment walls Instead of just holding the pencil
There was a time when I was alone No where to go and no place to call home My only friend was the man in the moon And even sometimes he would go away too
