Jeweettog!?
@jeweettog.bsky.social
Zutphense underground vibes
rap, experimentele beats en verhalen recht uit het hart, soms apart, soms met een knipoog maar altijd gevat 😉
rap, experimentele beats en verhalen recht uit het hart, soms apart, soms met een knipoog maar altijd gevat 😉
Let the rain fall and the storm rage; each drop strengthens your resolve, carving resilience into your soul.
January 4, 2025 at 1:27 PM
Let the rain fall and the storm rage; each drop strengthens your resolve, carving resilience into your soul.
Strength of mind is not about silencing the storm; it's about dancing with it until it teaches you the rhythm of resilience.
January 4, 2025 at 1:21 PM
Strength of mind is not about silencing the storm; it's about dancing with it until it teaches you the rhythm of resilience.
Do not place your misery in my lap, for I am not the cradle for burdens you refuse to carry.
January 2, 2025 at 9:47 PM
Do not place your misery in my lap, for I am not the cradle for burdens you refuse to carry.
Even the brightest light casts the deepest shadow.
Perhaps it's not the darkness we fear, but the truths it reveals.
Perhaps it's not the darkness we fear, but the truths it reveals.
January 2, 2025 at 6:22 PM
Even the brightest light casts the deepest shadow.
Perhaps it's not the darkness we fear, but the truths it reveals.
Perhaps it's not the darkness we fear, but the truths it reveals.
Imagine a world where wars no longer exist because there are no "countries" to fight for. A world where your neighbor is not judged by their origin but by their kindness.
How could we take the first steps toward such a world?
How could we take the first steps toward such a world?
December 28, 2024 at 2:13 PM
Imagine a world where wars no longer exist because there are no "countries" to fight for. A world where your neighbor is not judged by their origin but by their kindness.
How could we take the first steps toward such a world?
How could we take the first steps toward such a world?
Under shadowed skies, the clock ticks backward; the mirror knows the name, but only at the stroke of thirteen.
December 22, 2024 at 2:26 PM
Under shadowed skies, the clock ticks backward; the mirror knows the name, but only at the stroke of thirteen.
We were once like you.
They found us.
Run.
They found us.
Run.
December 22, 2024 at 2:17 PM
We were once like you.
They found us.
Run.
They found us.
Run.
We are an experiment.
The test ends soon.
The test ends soon.
December 22, 2024 at 2:15 PM
We are an experiment.
The test ends soon.
The test ends soon.