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Esse tipo de teto de gesso traz uma aparência harmônica para o ambiente e proporciona um acabamento incrível no teto e também na parede.
Podemos encontrar três modelos de sancas de gesso que são os mais utilizados numa decoração. Veja quais são eles:
Sanca Fechada – com acabamento fechado nas laterais e a iluminação é feita por ponto de luz como os spots.
Sanca Aberta – com acabamento aberto na lateral, com opção de iluminação indireta no ambiente.
Sanca Invertida – com acabamento voltado para parede e a iluminação fica direcionada para elas ou nas janelas.
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Since I still have my videos from when I made them, I will post them here and just add to them :)
Tags will be put in the comments since it didn’t wanna show up when I uploaded it _(:3 」∠)_
Simple days, ordinary nights. Continued , for what ? 18 years. Most of which he couldn’t remember, had been lost in a memory mainly because there was just nothing to remember, just nothing good that would stick in his brain. Matsuda didn’t usually feel sad, there just wasn’t much of a reason to get upset. But those same old feelings of not having a reason flew across him kept haunting his skull. There wasn’t anything left ; just days flying on by as such the clocks ticking away with each second. Each lonely moment. It became unbearable, soon enough matsuda just didn’t want anymore repeated cycles of pain, of no happiness just an ache he had to pass on. It was the occurances continued, for a good while, until it took a good realisation that it could all be stopped, right here and now. was this a sin? Is what matsuda is doing wrong? By taking an old piece of blanket; twisting it, handling it as if it was his victim. Tying it into a loop, a string knot that could easily hold a great old deal of weight, his weight. Catching his good old eye on a high placed coat hanger , something that hopefully wouldn’t give into him. There was no tell, was the blanket, something so soft and fluffy going to help him fulfil his desires. But you see, they weren’t happy and joyful dreams, a scene of helplessness is all, a sense of lost hope. Adding extra pressure, more aggressive turning allowing himself to make the bond between each route to become trapped in a position . More pressure,the blanket nothing but a nuse in disguise. He hadn’t a use for stretching that would keep him warm, he needed something that could keep him from feeling. The hanger he’d had in sight , it was closer tying even more of the material around it, knot after knot and loop after loop securely placing it for its ready. It was like he was in a rush, needing so badly to rapidly get it over with , he was in a hurry. A hurry to loose all. Stressful , annoyed the final struggle of bonding, the last step. The head ring , trapping his upper body in a compacted circle, his heart outing out of complete fear. Shaking hands, quivering legs and wriggling palms , sweat pouring , whispers battering the brain cells deep-
Here's the cute Kagamines by @ aoi_021 on Twitter!
I used to love the Kagamines about two years ago and I stopped listening to them in 2017, I just simply prefer Miku's voice and her songs over theirs, I guess. But I have found so many great pictures of them that I'n starting to love them (especially Lenny) again, lol~