to be a fly on that wall…

Ohhh to be a fly on the wall. #KarenRead

OH TO BE A FLY ON THE WALL FOR... THEIR ARGUMENTSshow more

Oh, to be a fly on the wall at... the #ACMawards tonight! 👀show more

The one time Jen tries not to be a... “fly on the wall”, everyone tell her to STFU 🤣 #loveislandusashow more

Enjoying being a fly on the wall? 😏

Oh wow thats beautiful!! I'd be proud to hang... that on my wall!! 😍show more

Oh, to be a fly on the wall during... Adam Scott and Pedro Pascal's conversation at the 2025 Emmys. 🤩 The "Severance" and "The Last of Us" stars were spotted having a chat on the red carpet. 🎥: Gettyshow more

2027 was supposed to be a chill year but... I still managed 134 side quests / 187 cities and 300 countries I guess I can’t cry about having a lot on my plate when my goal was to eatshow more

Wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of... that Wall of Distraction 🫣 #SquidGame2 | Netflixshow more

i am CACKLING at the thought of being a... fly on the wall in that bus watching him film all those takes by himself 😭😭😭😭show more

A statue that cannot chase away a fly sitting... on it, that cannot move from its place. Then how can he be God?show more

🛫 Time to FLY Congratulations to our friends at... Fly (prev. Magpie Protocol) on the launch! To celebrate we’re running a two-week challenge where swaps = rewards. Swap, earn, FLY. It's that simple.show more

Harry left a message on the wall at Manchester... Piccadilly station The message was written on a sticker and then stuck on the wall. “To Manchester, Happy to be home! All my love, Harry”show more

to be a fly that can hang out with... them off cameras bc i'll never see him removing her hair off her face on camera hes too autistic for thatshow more

I was 20 when I first came to India... with nothing but a restless mind and an old Enfield I bought from a friend in Delhi who taught me to ride in one dusty afternoon. He took my money, flew back to Florida, and left me with one rule: don’t hit a cow, and only ride between 2–6 a.m. if you want to survive the heat and smog. Somehow, that became a philosophy for everything that followed. I crossed the country like a kid inside a dream — Calcutta to Delhi to Rishikesh — sleeping on the bike when I had to, chasing chai stalls to stay awake, tossing the bike on trains when I could afford it. I swam in the Ganges, did yoga with elders who moved like water, bought vinyl in back-alley shops, fell in love the way only your twenties let you, and wrote long confusing emails to my mom from glowing village internet cafés. In Gujarat I stopped long enough to help with earthquake relief, eat thalis in strangers’ homes, and learn “Kem Cho” and “Majama.” India didn’t just teach me independence — it cracked me open creatively. It showed me how improvisation is its own kind of discipline, how getting lost is a form of education. I never imagined I’d be invited back years later to collaborate with artists I once watched on café computers — working with actors like SRK, making videos like “Lean On” that crossed billions of views, nearly dying during spiritual side quests in Leh and Varanasi, falling for Bollywood sweethearts, and still believing every strange turn meant something. Twenty-five years later I returned to these roads, riding nine hours a day across the Himalayas on a much newer Enfield. And then — perfectly — I ended up performing at a massive Enfield festival in Goa and celebrating afterward in a motorcycle garage, as if time folded back on itself. Two decades have changed India and me both. But every time I come back, I feel the same truth: growth happens when you surrender to the unknown, when the road teaches you more than any classroom could. India was my beginning. And somehow, it still is.show more