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- As-tu déjà eu peur ?

_ Oui, j'avais peur.

- De quoi avais-tu peur ?

_ J'avais peur qu'un jour j'arrête d'avoir peur.

Quand la mer est furieuse, elle ne pardonne jamais l'audace.

_ Je n'ai pas oublié le jour où j'ai été emmené aux urgences d'un hôpital pour qu'un chirurgien me recouse ma tête.

_ Les vagues m'ont clairement montré que ce n'était pas une journée raisonnable pour surfer et ce jour-là je n'avais pas peur.

_ J'ai failli mourir.

_ Mais je n'ai jamais oublié, d'avoir peur.

Ivan

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- Have you ever been afraid ?

_ Yes, I was once scared.

- What were you afraid of ?

_ I was afraid that one day I would stop being afraid.

When the sea is furious, it never forgives audacity.

_ I haven't forgotten the day that I was taken to a hospital emergency room to have a surgeon sew my head back together.

_ The waves clearly showed me that it wasn't a reasonable day to surf and this day and I wasn't afraid.

_ And I almost died.

_ But I never forgot, being afraid.

Ivan

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model : Tanja

hair, make-up by Me

How can I be lost?

In remembrance I relive

And how can I blame you,

When it's me I can't forgive?"

(Metallica - The Unforgiven III)

texture: wchild

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."

K U R D I S T A N - 💛❤💚كوردستان💋

NEWROZA WE PÎROZ BE!

All dancing together because they are the kurds from Kurdistan, Kurdistan is not Iraq Iran Turkey not Syria either, we want United kurdistan not divided land between three different cultures different tradition and different languages than our own unique Kurdish

50 million occupied Kurds across 4 regions

The Struggle for Freedom: Justice for the Kurds

We want Freedom for Kurdistan.

Just reminder for my people, never forget they kill us just because we’re the Kurds we have our own culture tradition heritage history and path which are different from theirs , don’t forget don’t forgive, we are the origin people of this land they’re just invaders

Peshmarge Message

We were fighting against terror to protect humanity

kurdistan, Kurdish struggle for Peace, Freedom . Democracy

Thanks for your visit

kurdish & proud ❤️️💛💚

بۆ پاراستنی کوردستان ببێتە فەرهەنگی هەموومان

وەک کێو .. لە ناو دڵی میللەتەکەت

وەک کێو .. بەرامبەر دوژمنانی میللەتەکەت

بــە کـــەرکـــوکــدا زانــیــم،

خـــیـــانـــەت ، چـــی لـــە دڵــــی مـــرۆڤ دەکــــا..

خاک و نیشتیمان وەکو دایک وایە

ئەوەی خاک و نیشتیمانەکەی بفروشیت

وەک ئەوە وایە دایکی خوی فروشتووە

With fire, music, and dancing, the people of Kurdistan celebrate Newroz

بمناسبة عيد نوروز إلى الشعب الكوردي.

NEWROZ LI HER ÇAR PARÇEYÊN KURDISTANÊ PÎROZ BE!!! HAPPY NEWROZ

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© Copyright.. You can not use!

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“He that cannot forgive others, breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass if he would ever reach heaven;

for everyone has need to be forgiven.”

~ George Herbert ~

Please forgive me for being a little absent it is not for want of being here. I have put my back out and Xmas preparations continue unabated. I hope your Xmas season is filled with peace and love.

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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but never forget their names :-) John F. Kennedy

camellia, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina

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Hot weather is driving the local birds into cooler retreats during the bright daylight hours. Even those repugnant goblin birds are keeping a low profile despite their penetrating contact calls and replies as they conduct their equivalent of social media subculture dialogue.

As the evening rolls in the birds come in for a feed, and to refresh in the water scattered about for them. The new baby magpie is bold enough now to come to the door and call out for a handout. Her father has no qualms about going on the bludge, and rarely either Mistress Quickly or her mother Gośka will make an appearance. I keep an eye out for the moulting crimson rosellas; not so much red and blue as a mottled mess now. Extra nutrition is probably a blessing for them. There's a couple of cats about, one a big sleek male always on the prowl and up to no good, so I manage feeding out to limit the intrusion of vermin, cockatoos and the likelihood that a cat will take advantage of distracted feeding birds. I'll offer food up high now and only when I'm present as a cat deterrent.

Remarkably, last evening I spotted a male king parrot swooping into the big old loquat tree. It never yields fruit these days because when it flowers in early winter, the king parrots and crimson rosellas are searching for food and eat the flowers. I'd been critical of the king parrots — Charles and Camilla. She's particularly pushy and domineering. When they disappeared I was quick to suggest that after all I've done for her she'd better come back with babies.

Well, here's the proof. This is the company which came in with Chuck and Millie last evening. The light in here where the cover helps to keep the birds safe was so poor that my camera was firing it's IR focus assist beam. That's the same old COVID creativity bird feeder they're sitting on; the same one used by their parents years ago. What's intriguing is that the bird on the left trying to figure out how to eat their almond is clearly right-handed; most unusual for a parrot. Sulphur-crested cockatoos are said to be universally left-handed, king parrots have a recorded preference for being right-handed, and ground feeders like galahs which don't manipulate their food are ambidextrous!

There you have it — Millie was bulking up for the trials of brooding; not being greedy. She is forgiven.

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)

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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 ♥.

Yes, I hate Batman's colorful and unadapted sidekick... Please, forgive me. ;-)

pose: Vulgar

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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

3/7

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DEAR FRIENDS PLEASE FORGIVE ME for THIS IMAGE A LITTLE "CRAZY"...

CARI AMICI VI PREGO DI SCUSARMI PER AVER POSTATO QUESTA IMMAGINE UN PO' "FOLLE"...

Roccella Valdemone is found in the province in Messina, exactly to the feet of the point of Castelluzzo and to 810 meters on the level of the sea.

Its other geographical coordinates to be remembered are first of all the proximity with the Regional Park of the Nebrodis and that of the Etna, whose outline dominates the landscape city, and good part of the Stream Roccella. The city' have around 1.000 inhabitants.

Roccella Valdemone si trova in provincia di Messina, esattamente ai piedi della punta di Castelluzzo e ad 810 metri sul livello del mare.

Le sue altre coordinate geografiche da ricordare sono innanzitutto la vicinanza con il Parco Regionale delle Nebrodi e quello dell'Etna, la cui sagoma domina il paesaggio cittadino, e buona parte del Torrente Roccella. La citta' comprende circa 1.000 abitanti.

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“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)

Forgive me. I love Transformer movie.

Thank You , ALL our wonderful flickr friends !!!!!!!!!!

Am WAY behind in comments , etc----Please forgive , am trying to catch up :) !

Have a wonderful week !

Trish

taken in 2007

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...

I <3 my little Nemo!

If it's really cold, I'll never forgive you

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.

Find the beauty in the storm. Forgive it's destruction, for it is only doing what storms do.

Holding back the fool again

Holding back the fool pretends

I forget to forget

Nothing is important

Holding back the fool again

I guess I shall finally do my 10 facts, since I've been tagged a billion times.

1. I really wish my hair would grow faster, and look how I want it to look at all times.

2. I hate when people don't listen to me, they just think that they're so smart and what not, and that irritates me to the max.

3. Losing weight is much harder than gaining it. I can never be the size I want.

4. I do not like having my phone in my pokcet, because I am never aware when someone is attmepting to reach me. This is why I keep it in my shirt.

5. I love washing my face. I also love buying different face washy thingys. My favorite part is when the face wash makes your face all cool and tingly.(:

6. I only go to the mall to see scene kids; take pictures in the apple store; and visit Hot Topic, Spencers, and Zummiez.

7. I hate when people I don't want to talk to talk to me. It's like I ignore them everyday but they just wont quit. It's not that I'm mean or anything, it's that I get annoyed easily.

8. I am currently gauging my ears, I am at a 6; I want to get to a 00.

9. My top favorite bands are, A Day to Remember, Pierce The Veil, Asking Alexandria, Escape The Fate, Mayday Parade.

10. I can never think of facts so this is why I do not do them. >.<