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Who am I and where do I belong to?
Not here, not there, not anywhere.
Do not I deserve warmth and comfort?
Do not I deserve peace and love?
Why am I forget and leave?
I could wish for happiness, but it will never come.
I could wish for love, but it will never come.
I could wish for death and they will eventually find me....
Picture from my first shoot with photographer Christian Ploner
I forgive Abellio for losing the 117 (and handing the route back to Brentford) but whenever this route changes operator it seems to be neglected.
Last time, the 117 changed on the same day as the 73 got brand new Hybrids and this time round the 114 was lost from LS to Metroline, meaning hardly anyone bothered with the 117.
With all of the 483 photos which will probably be on your timeline right now, here is some contrast!
Metroline DE959 on the 117 to West Middlesex Hospital.
Happy Birthdaaaay Dude ,, Forgive me walla i Forgoooooooooooooot ..
But i wish you like the foto ,, made by me tra :P !!
لي صاحب من أول إذا قمت أناديه
الشوق من بين المحاني يشبّه
تقول لي لبيه لبيه لبيه
وأنا أتفدّّى به مع كل لذة
واليوم شكله ضايق ماعرف ايش فيه
من الوصل ريح المفارق تهبه
لو كان ضاق بسبها أجيه وأرضيه
المشكلة ضايق ومن دون سبّة
ياهيه يامغرور ياهيه ياهيه
هذا ترى ماهو نظام الأحبة
لو قالوا العذال وش انته تبغيه
أبغيه رمز للوفاء والمحبة
أبغيه دايم كل مامر طاريه
أغيض به عذّالي اللي تسبه
سولف معي لكن من دون تشبيه
مابيني وبينك شبه لاتشبّه
سولف معي لكن من دون تشبيه
مابينبي وبينك شبه لاتشبّه
انته تقول أنا آخر إنسان تغليه
وأنا أقول أنت أول إنسان أحبّه
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M: ME & JUST~SMILE
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First Presbytarian Church, Portland OR.
The weight of the obelisk was a constant pressure on her roots. In some places, they even had to re-route. But she was flexible. The obelisk never seemed to notice. It sat in stony silence, except on Sundays and sometimes Wednesday evenings. If it knew or cared that its presence weighed on her so, it never let on.
She was sorry for the obelisk. So rigid, so sameness of same. It couldn't move, couldn't flow with the natural order of seasonal things. It simply...sat.
Finally, after yet another failed attempt to strike up an autumn day, puffy cloud conversation, she brushed oh-so-gently against the obelisk's brusk, cobbled shell... and whispered "I forgive you."
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Forgive me for repeating myself throughout each photograph but I'm not expecting you, the viewer, to look at each shot I have taken ... of course I would be delighted if you did.
I diagonally cut a small selection of white pieces of paper and fanned them out. What you see is the shots taken at various apertures, angles and direction of light. I found the simplicity effective and pleasing, I hope you do too? Thank you for taking the time to look at them.
forgive me for giving you weird colors lately. i've been figuring out ways to "tame" this damn curves tool!
Father forgive me for I have....star trailed jesus at the side of the road.
From the other night when I went out with Phil, just locally. Hit up some cool spots, I originally shot this jesus about 5 years ago, but wasn't happy with the pictures, since then I've always wanted to go back but never quite knew where it was. Me and Phil took a shot in the dark and found it quite easily. You can't really get any closer due to the road being there, and quite a lot of cars did go past, as you can see.
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Can you forgive me again?
I don't know what I said
But I didn't mean to hurt you
I heard the words come out
I thought that I would die
It hurts so much to hurt you
Then you look at me
You're not shouting anymore
You're silently broken
I'd give anything now
to kill those words for you
Each time I say something I regret I cry I don't wanna lose you.
But somehow I know that you will never leave me, yeah.
'Cause you were made for me
Somehow I'll make you see
How happy you make me
I can't live this life
Without you by my side
I need you to survive
So stay with me
You look in my eyes and I'm screaming inside that I'm sorry..
And you forgive me again
You're my one true friend
And I never mean to hurt you
(Lyric from song by Evanescence)
I'm sooooo sorry for the huge lack of photos these previous weeks. My camera broke down and I don't know when I can take pictures again..
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This is a old pic of Kurayami (Pullip Mir) which I never posted. I love the effect I gave it ♥.
Joseph forgives his brothers and reconciles with them
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Florence, Baptistery of San Giovanni, Interior
Dome mosaics, story fro Old Testament about Jeseph and
his brothers & Joseph in Egypt
Original photo by courtesy of Sailko on wikimedia
commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Category:Stories_of_Saint_John...
my little daughter.....
often do you say to me how much you've loved me...
and I have not heard it often, as I do with my own problems was employed....
my problems with my love to a man,
lovely to me not hear again...
forgive me, my little dove
“who are you?” he whispered.
His question lingered, hung like smoke curling in the air. Her smile was sincere, a little too sincere. The interest in his tone ignited her soul, for she could not answer. As she herself did not even know. She was young girl of twenty three, with hair of golden sun, and eyes as reflective an emerald jewel, that was a fact she knew. When her smile reached her eyes they glowed intensely against the darkness of any night.
‘I do not know…’ she paused with uncertainty and she curled her arms around him. His heart beating, humming into her ear, like a love song only she could hear. His chest rose and he inhaled deep, but no words fell from his lips as she waited for him to speak. when her mind knew he was just as confused, she loved him that little bit more than the minute that passed by a moment before. If you could read someone by their eyes, her life would horrify. His heart sung and his mind ticked, but his body relaxed under her loving grip. She knew who she wanted to be, she knew who she was, and she knew who she had become. Each relationship she knew who they wanted her to be. She let them mould her, to love her, to own her and in-turn to control them.
‘Power is not in the person who thinks they have control, but in the person who is being controlled.’ A passage which she read once upon a time, and could release the taste of them from her mind. The sharp wind slapped her hair and it whipped her face, his hands raised and held her safe. This was the start of a beautiful mistake.
Forgive the scratches..My film came off the reel while developing...
Pentax 67II w/ SMC 55-100mm f4.5
Fomapan 400 pushed +2 w/ Kodak D76 (stock)
Please forgive me, but I have been in a creative mood the past few days and have been doing both tattoo designs and a cd cover for an underground hip hop festival.
Thus, I have been into the more full on dark state of mind... I have used a shot of some amazing mammatus clouds here that I shot over the summer months and made it look like a scene from a fantasy underworld...
I hope you enjoy, and I understand this will not be for everyone, but it is just a slight change of pace while my mind stretches its limits...
My first thought on seeing this was I hope this person did not commit suicide. My second thought was I wonder for how many individuals this might be appropriate. This was seen today on a walk in the center of Minneapolis Minnesota USA.
Holding back the fool again
Holding back the fool pretends
I forget to forget
Nothing is important
Holding back the fool again
Sorry I haven't been around much lately, but posting and running. My beloved cousin from New Zealand turned up unexpectedly this week and I spent all my free time with her. We had over 10 years of stories to catch up on.