Actress Photos Actress Mary Lambert HD Photos and Wallpapers January 2024 By GethuCinema Admin January 21, 2024 Related Posts Actress Mary Lambert HD Photos and Wallpapers June 2024 Actress Mary Lambert HD Photos and Wallpapers May 2024 Actress Mary Lambert HD Photos and Wallpapers May 2024 Actress Mary Lambert HD Photos and Wallpapers May 2024 Actress Mary Lambert HD Photos and Wallpapers February 2024 Actress Mary Lambert HD Photos and Wallpapers January 2024 Share This Post FacebookTwitterPinterestWhatsAppReddItTelegram ❤️🩹 ❤️🩹 ❤️🩹 ❤️🩹 ❤️🩹 OK this is going to be a toughie. In the history of my life as a performer, I have never been unable to finish a show. Whatever the ailment, my adrenaline will mcguyver my body and mind to do what it needs to—because I love this job so much. Today’s set for @comedropin was shaping up to be one of my best yet. @gillianzettler and @chandlerfrisbie rented a stunning baby grand, left little gifts in my dressing room, hired a great sound team, and sold 200 tickets to people looking to be moved—in more than one way! After my set, folks got to feel the magic of @forward__space with @kristinsudeikisdance and engage in joyful movement and connect with each other. For weeks now, I’ve been saddled with a gnarly cough. I’ve tested negative for everything you can test for. My voice was not in the best shape, but I was only planning a 5 song setlist with mostly talking. I had about 20 good minutes. In this particular style of set that is half-workshop, I tend to talk and sing about traumatic experiences as a way to illustrate some of my approaches to self-healing and share my thoughts about how we might envision collective liberation. There are a few minutes where I talk specifically about my own suicide attempt, and the remainder of the show is a joyful and cathartic emotional journey and I trick you into becoming a soft pancake of compassion! But because I started coughing and lost my voice, I had to stop somewhere along the sad chapter of “I never felt like I belonged” and ended on that note. I am so, so sad that I could not finish my set, Charleston. I’ve been saying all the kind things to myself that I need to hear to stop from crying every time I think about it, and the organizers are wonderful and I don’t mean to dwell, but I was having the time of my life on stage. And you were all so unbelievably kind, and my heart & soul feel just slightly askew so I want to share the ending of the story I started telling before I was unable to talk, so I’m sharing in these slides. There is much more to say, but whether or not you were at the event last night, I hope you feel my heart and gratitude from across the screen. Bless you and your goodness. OK this is going to be a toughie. In the history of my life as a performer, I have never been unable to finish a show. Whatever the ailment, my adrenaline will mcguyver my body and mind to do what it needs to—because I love this job so much. Today’s set for @comedropin was shaping up to be one of my best yet. @gillianzettler and @chandlerfrisbie rented a stunning baby grand, left little gifts in my dressing room, hired a great sound team, and sold 200 tickets to people looking to be moved—in more than one way! After my set, folks got to feel the magic of @forward__space with @kristinsudeikisdance and engage in joyful movement and connect with each other. For weeks now, I’ve been saddled with a gnarly cough. I’ve tested negative for everything you can test for. My voice was not in the best shape, but I was only planning a 5 song setlist with mostly talking. I had about 20 good minutes. In this particular style of set that is half-workshop, I tend to talk and sing about traumatic experiences as a way to illustrate some of my approaches to self-healing and share my thoughts about how we might envision collective liberation. There are a few minutes where I talk specifically about my own suicide attempt, and the remainder of the show is a joyful and cathartic emotional journey and I trick you into becoming a soft pancake of compassion! But because I started coughing and lost my voice, I had to stop somewhere along the sad chapter of “I never felt like I belonged” and ended on that note. I am so, so sad that I could not finish my set, Charleston. I’ve been saying all the kind things to myself that I need to hear to stop from crying every time I think about it, and the organizers are wonderful and I don’t mean to dwell, but I was having the time of my life on stage. And you were all so unbelievably kind, and my heart & soul feel just slightly askew so I want to share the ending of the story I started telling before I was unable to talk, so I’m sharing in these slides. There is much more to say, but whether or not you were at the event last night, I hope you feel my heart and gratitude from across the screen. Bless you and your goodness. OK this is going to be a toughie. In the history of my life as a performer, I have never been unable to finish a show. Whatever the ailment, my adrenaline will mcguyver my body and mind to do what it needs to—because I love this job so much. Today’s set for @comedropin was shaping up to be one of my best yet. @gillianzettler and @chandlerfrisbie rented a stunning baby grand, left little gifts in my dressing room, hired a great sound team, and sold 200 tickets to people looking to be moved—in more than one way! After my set, folks got to feel the magic of @forward__space with @kristinsudeikisdance and engage in joyful movement and connect with each other. For weeks now, I’ve been saddled with a gnarly cough. I’ve tested negative for everything you can test for. My voice was not in the best shape, but I was only planning a 5 song setlist with mostly talking. I had about 20 good minutes. In this particular style of set that is half-workshop, I tend to talk and sing about traumatic experiences as a way to illustrate some of my approaches to self-healing and share my thoughts about how we might envision collective liberation. There are a few minutes where I talk specifically about my own suicide attempt, and the remainder of the show is a joyful and cathartic emotional journey and I trick you into becoming a soft pancake of compassion! But because I started coughing and lost my voice, I had to stop somewhere along the sad chapter of “I never felt like I belonged” and ended on that note. I am so, so sad that I could not finish my set, Charleston. I’ve been saying all the kind things to myself that I need to hear to stop from crying every time I think about it, and the organizers are wonderful and I don’t mean to dwell, but I was having the time of my life on stage. And you were all so unbelievably kind, and my heart & soul feel just slightly askew so I want to share the ending of the story I started telling before I was unable to talk, so I’m sharing in these slides. There is much more to say, but whether or not you were at the event last night, I hope you feel my heart and gratitude from across the screen. Bless you and your goodness. OK this is going to be a toughie. In the history of my life as a performer, I have never been unable to finish a show. Whatever the ailment, my adrenaline will mcguyver my body and mind to do what it needs to—because I love this job so much. Today’s set for @comedropin was shaping up to be one of my best yet. @gillianzettler and @chandlerfrisbie rented a stunning baby grand, left little gifts in my dressing room, hired a great sound team, and sold 200 tickets to people looking to be moved—in more than one way! After my set, folks got to feel the magic of @forward__space with @kristinsudeikisdance and engage in joyful movement and connect with each other. For weeks now, I’ve been saddled with a gnarly cough. I’ve tested negative for everything you can test for. My voice was not in the best shape, but I was only planning a 5 song setlist with mostly talking. I had about 20 good minutes. In this particular style of set that is half-workshop, I tend to talk and sing about traumatic experiences as a way to illustrate some of my approaches to self-healing and share my thoughts about how we might envision collective liberation. There are a few minutes where I talk specifically about my own suicide attempt, and the remainder of the show is a joyful and cathartic emotional journey and I trick you into becoming a soft pancake of compassion! But because I started coughing and lost my voice, I had to stop somewhere along the sad chapter of “I never felt like I belonged” and ended on that note. I am so, so sad that I could not finish my set, Charleston. I’ve been saying all the kind things to myself that I need to hear to stop from crying every time I think about it, and the organizers are wonderful and I don’t mean to dwell, but I was having the time of my life on stage. And you were all so unbelievably kind, and my heart & soul feel just slightly askew so I want to share the ending of the story I started telling before I was unable to talk, so I’m sharing in these slides. There is much more to say, but whether or not you were at the event last night, I hope you feel my heart and gratitude from across the screen. Bless you and your goodness. OK this is going to be a toughie. In the history of my life as a performer, I have never been unable to finish a show. Whatever the ailment, my adrenaline will mcguyver my body and mind to do what it needs to—because I love this job so much. Today’s set for @comedropin was shaping up to be one of my best yet. @gillianzettler and @chandlerfrisbie rented a stunning baby grand, left little gifts in my dressing room, hired a great sound team, and sold 200 tickets to people looking to be moved—in more than one way! After my set, folks got to feel the magic of @forward__space with @kristinsudeikisdance and engage in joyful movement and connect with each other. For weeks now, I’ve been saddled with a gnarly cough. I’ve tested negative for everything you can test for. My voice was not in the best shape, but I was only planning a 5 song setlist with mostly talking. I had about 20 good minutes. In this particular style of set that is half-workshop, I tend to talk and sing about traumatic experiences as a way to illustrate some of my approaches to self-healing and share my thoughts about how we might envision collective liberation. There are a few minutes where I talk specifically about my own suicide attempt, and the remainder of the show is a joyful and cathartic emotional journey and I trick you into becoming a soft pancake of compassion! But because I started coughing and lost my voice, I had to stop somewhere along the sad chapter of “I never felt like I belonged” and ended on that note. I am so, so sad that I could not finish my set, Charleston. I’ve been saying all the kind things to myself that I need to hear to stop from crying every time I think about it, and the organizers are wonderful and I don’t mean to dwell, but I was having the time of my life on stage. And you were all so unbelievably kind, and my heart & soul feel just slightly askew so I want to share the ending of the story I started telling before I was unable to talk, so I’m sharing in these slides. There is much more to say, but whether or not you were at the event last night, I hope you feel my heart and gratitude from across the screen. Bless you and your goodness. OK this is going to be a toughie. In the history of my life as a performer, I have never been unable to finish a show. Whatever the ailment, my adrenaline will mcguyver my body and mind to do what it needs to—because I love this job so much. Today’s set for @comedropin was shaping up to be one of my best yet. @gillianzettler and @chandlerfrisbie rented a stunning baby grand, left little gifts in my dressing room, hired a great sound team, and sold 200 tickets to people looking to be moved—in more than one way! After my set, folks got to feel the magic of @forward__space with @kristinsudeikisdance and engage in joyful movement and connect with each other. For weeks now, I’ve been saddled with a gnarly cough. I’ve tested negative for everything you can test for. My voice was not in the best shape, but I was only planning a 5 song setlist with mostly talking. I had about 20 good minutes. In this particular style of set that is half-workshop, I tend to talk and sing about traumatic experiences as a way to illustrate some of my approaches to self-healing and share my thoughts about how we might envision collective liberation. There are a few minutes where I talk specifically about my own suicide attempt, and the remainder of the show is a joyful and cathartic emotional journey and I trick you into becoming a soft pancake of compassion! But because I started coughing and lost my voice, I had to stop somewhere along the sad chapter of “I never felt like I belonged” and ended on that note. I am so, so sad that I could not finish my set, Charleston. I’ve been saying all the kind things to myself that I need to hear to stop from crying every time I think about it, and the organizers are wonderful and I don’t mean to dwell, but I was having the time of my life on stage. And you were all so unbelievably kind, and my heart & soul feel just slightly askew so I want to share the ending of the story I started telling before I was unable to talk, so I’m sharing in these slides. There is much more to say, but whether or not you were at the event last night, I hope you feel my heart and gratitude from across the screen. Bless you and your goodness. OK this is going to be a toughie. In the history of my life as a performer, I have never been unable to finish a show. Whatever the ailment, my adrenaline will mcguyver my body and mind to do what it needs to—because I love this job so much. Today’s set for @comedropin was shaping up to be one of my best yet. @gillianzettler and @chandlerfrisbie rented a stunning baby grand, left little gifts in my dressing room, hired a great sound team, and sold 200 tickets to people looking to be moved—in more than one way! After my set, folks got to feel the magic of @forward__space with @kristinsudeikisdance and engage in joyful movement and connect with each other. For weeks now, I’ve been saddled with a gnarly cough. I’ve tested negative for everything you can test for. My voice was not in the best shape, but I was only planning a 5 song setlist with mostly talking. I had about 20 good minutes. In this particular style of set that is half-workshop, I tend to talk and sing about traumatic experiences as a way to illustrate some of my approaches to self-healing and share my thoughts about how we might envision collective liberation. There are a few minutes where I talk specifically about my own suicide attempt, and the remainder of the show is a joyful and cathartic emotional journey and I trick you into becoming a soft pancake of compassion! But because I started coughing and lost my voice, I had to stop somewhere along the sad chapter of “I never felt like I belonged” and ended on that note. I am so, so sad that I could not finish my set, Charleston. I’ve been saying all the kind things to myself that I need to hear to stop from crying every time I think about it, and the organizers are wonderful and I don’t mean to dwell, but I was having the time of my life on stage. And you were all so unbelievably kind, and my heart & soul feel just slightly askew so I want to share the ending of the story I started telling before I was unable to talk, so I’m sharing in these slides. There is much more to say, but whether or not you were at the event last night, I hope you feel my heart and gratitude from across the screen. Bless you and your goodness. OK this is going to be a toughie. In the history of my life as a performer, I have never been unable to finish a show. Whatever the ailment, my adrenaline will mcguyver my body and mind to do what it needs to—because I love this job so much. Today’s set for @comedropin was shaping up to be one of my best yet. @gillianzettler and @chandlerfrisbie rented a stunning baby grand, left little gifts in my dressing room, hired a great sound team, and sold 200 tickets to people looking to be moved—in more than one way! After my set, folks got to feel the magic of @forward__space with @kristinsudeikisdance and engage in joyful movement and connect with each other. For weeks now, I’ve been saddled with a gnarly cough. I’ve tested negative for everything you can test for. My voice was not in the best shape, but I was only planning a 5 song setlist with mostly talking. I had about 20 good minutes. In this particular style of set that is half-workshop, I tend to talk and sing about traumatic experiences as a way to illustrate some of my approaches to self-healing and share my thoughts about how we might envision collective liberation. There are a few minutes where I talk specifically about my own suicide attempt, and the remainder of the show is a joyful and cathartic emotional journey and I trick you into becoming a soft pancake of compassion! But because I started coughing and lost my voice, I had to stop somewhere along the sad chapter of “I never felt like I belonged” and ended on that note. I am so, so sad that I could not finish my set, Charleston. I’ve been saying all the kind things to myself that I need to hear to stop from crying every time I think about it, and the organizers are wonderful and I don’t mean to dwell, but I was having the time of my life on stage. And you were all so unbelievably kind, and my heart & soul feel just slightly askew so I want to share the ending of the story I started telling before I was unable to talk, so I’m sharing in these slides. There is much more to say, but whether or not you were at the event last night, I hope you feel my heart and gratitude from across the screen. Bless you and your goodness. OK this is going to be a toughie. In the history of my life as a performer, I have never been unable to finish a show. Whatever the ailment, my adrenaline will mcguyver my body and mind to do what it needs to—because I love this job so much. Today’s set for @comedropin was shaping up to be one of my best yet. @gillianzettler and @chandlerfrisbie rented a stunning baby grand, left little gifts in my dressing room, hired a great sound team, and sold 200 tickets to people looking to be moved—in more than one way! After my set, folks got to feel the magic of @forward__space with @kristinsudeikisdance and engage in joyful movement and connect with each other. For weeks now, I’ve been saddled with a gnarly cough. I’ve tested negative for everything you can test for. My voice was not in the best shape, but I was only planning a 5 song setlist with mostly talking. I had about 20 good minutes. In this particular style of set that is half-workshop, I tend to talk and sing about traumatic experiences as a way to illustrate some of my approaches to self-healing and share my thoughts about how we might envision collective liberation. There are a few minutes where I talk specifically about my own suicide attempt, and the remainder of the show is a joyful and cathartic emotional journey and I trick you into becoming a soft pancake of compassion! But because I started coughing and lost my voice, I had to stop somewhere along the sad chapter of “I never felt like I belonged” and ended on that note. I am so, so sad that I could not finish my set, Charleston. I’ve been saying all the kind things to myself that I need to hear to stop from crying every time I think about it, and the organizers are wonderful and I don’t mean to dwell, but I was having the time of my life on stage. And you were all so unbelievably kind, and my heart & soul feel just slightly askew so I want to share the ending of the story I started telling before I was unable to talk, so I’m sharing in these slides. There is much more to say, but whether or not you were at the event last night, I hope you feel my heart and gratitude from across the screen. Bless you and your goodness. Anis Mojgani is one of the poets who changed my life—one night in 2007, fucked up on some death cocktail while contemplating not living—I found videos of him performing with his whole body electric, his voice like the sound of his heart, and his poetry—devastating, profound. @thepianofarm posted this poem yesterday and I want it printed on the front of every newspaper, on the side of every building. Thank you, Anis, for your voice & words & wisdom. There is no justification for this deathmaking, this genocide is happening in real time. Hold your politicians accountable. Ceasefire. End the occupation. Free Palestine 🇵🇸 Anis Mojgani is one of the poets who changed my life—one night in 2007, fucked up on some death cocktail while contemplating not living—I found videos of him performing with his whole body electric, his voice like the sound of his heart, and his poetry—devastating, profound. @thepianofarm posted this poem yesterday and I want it printed on the front of every newspaper, on the side of every building. Thank you, Anis, for your voice & words & wisdom. There is no justification for this deathmaking, this genocide is happening in real time. Hold your politicians accountable. Ceasefire. End the occupation. Free Palestine 🇵🇸 Anis Mojgani is one of the poets who changed my life—one night in 2007, fucked up on some death cocktail while contemplating not living—I found videos of him performing with his whole body electric, his voice like the sound of his heart, and his poetry—devastating, profound. @thepianofarm posted this poem yesterday and I want it printed on the front of every newspaper, on the side of every building. Thank you, Anis, for your voice & words & wisdom. There is no justification for this deathmaking, this genocide is happening in real time. Hold your politicians accountable. Ceasefire. End the occupation. Free Palestine 🇵🇸 Anis Mojgani is one of the poets who changed my life—one night in 2007, fucked up on some death cocktail while contemplating not living—I found videos of him performing with his whole body electric, his voice like the sound of his heart, and his poetry—devastating, profound. @thepianofarm posted this poem yesterday and I want it printed on the front of every newspaper, on the side of every building. Thank you, Anis, for your voice & words & wisdom. There is no justification for this deathmaking, this genocide is happening in real time. Hold your politicians accountable. Ceasefire. End the occupation. Free Palestine 🇵🇸 Anis Mojgani is one of the poets who changed my life—one night in 2007, fucked up on some death cocktail while contemplating not living—I found videos of him performing with his whole body electric, his voice like the sound of his heart, and his poetry—devastating, profound. @thepianofarm posted this poem yesterday and I want it printed on the front of every newspaper, on the side of every building. Thank you, Anis, for your voice & words & wisdom. There is no justification for this deathmaking, this genocide is happening in real time. Hold your politicians accountable. Ceasefire. End the occupation. Free Palestine 🇵🇸 Anis Mojgani is one of the poets who changed my life—one night in 2007, fucked up on some death cocktail while contemplating not living—I found videos of him performing with his whole body electric, his voice like the sound of his heart, and his poetry—devastating, profound. @thepianofarm posted this poem yesterday and I want it printed on the front of every newspaper, on the side of every building. Thank you, Anis, for your voice & words & wisdom. There is no justification for this deathmaking, this genocide is happening in real time. Hold your politicians accountable. Ceasefire. End the occupation. Free Palestine 🇵🇸 Anis Mojgani is one of the poets who changed my life—one night in 2007, fucked up on some death cocktail while contemplating not living—I found videos of him performing with his whole body electric, his voice like the sound of his heart, and his poetry—devastating, profound. @thepianofarm posted this poem yesterday and I want it printed on the front of every newspaper, on the side of every building. Thank you, Anis, for your voice & words & wisdom. There is no justification for this deathmaking, this genocide is happening in real time. Hold your politicians accountable. Ceasefire. End the occupation. Free Palestine 🇵🇸 Anis Mojgani is one of the poets who changed my life—one night in 2007, fucked up on some death cocktail while contemplating not living—I found videos of him performing with his whole body electric, his voice like the sound of his heart, and his poetry—devastating, profound. @thepianofarm posted this poem yesterday and I want it printed on the front of every newspaper, on the side of every building. Thank you, Anis, for your voice & words & wisdom. There is no justification for this deathmaking, this genocide is happening in real time. Hold your politicians accountable. Ceasefire. End the occupation. Free Palestine 🇵🇸 Anis Mojgani is one of the poets who changed my life—one night in 2007, fucked up on some death cocktail while contemplating not living—I found videos of him performing with his whole body electric, his voice like the sound of his heart, and his poetry—devastating, profound. @thepianofarm posted this poem yesterday and I want it printed on the front of every newspaper, on the side of every building. Thank you, Anis, for your voice & words & wisdom. There is no justification for this deathmaking, this genocide is happening in real time. Hold your politicians accountable. Ceasefire. End the occupation. Free Palestine 🇵🇸 Anis Mojgani is one of the poets who changed my life—one night in 2007, fucked up on some death cocktail while contemplating not living—I found videos of him performing with his whole body electric, his voice like the sound of his heart, and his poetry—devastating, profound. @thepianofarm posted this poem yesterday and I want it printed on the front of every newspaper, on the side of every building. Thank you, Anis, for your voice & words & wisdom. There is no justification for this deathmaking, this genocide is happening in real time. Hold your politicians accountable. Ceasefire. End the occupation. Free Palestine 🇵🇸 TagsMary Lambert Previous articleActress Martha Nowill HD Photos and Wallpapers January 2024Next articleActress Claudia Leitte HD Photos and Wallpapers January 2024