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Yumi and Maaco were posting moon photos...It's been cloudy at night here so I couldn't reciprocate. I was out yesterday and need to get some shots together for a photo duel I'm having with a friend. Heading for the streetcar stop, the clouds were moving over the sun, and made it look a bit like the moon. A little PS shenanigans and here we are.
Yumi
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Maaco
To all the people who never feel good enough, who feel less than, who feel not pretty, skinny, smart enough... You Are Fucking Perfect!!
Taken at Silent Melody: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Silent%20Melody%202/172/19...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocDlOD1Hw9k&list=RDocDlOD1Hw9...
Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss No-Way-It's-All-Good
It didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look, I'm still around
Pretty, pretty, please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty, please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing. You're fucking perfect to me
You're so mean, you're so mean when you talk, when you talk
About yourself. You were wrong
Change the voices, change the voices in your head, in your head
Make them like you instead
So complicated
Look how we all make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
Oh, oh
Pretty, pretty, please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty, please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing. You're fucking perfect to me
The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice-cold beer
So cool in lying and we try, try, try but we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, 'cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that, why do I do that?
Yeah! Oh!
Oh, pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty, pretty, please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty, please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing. You're fucking perfect to me
You're perfect, you're perfect
Pretty, pretty, please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing. You're fucking perfect to me
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Another journey into the world of manual focus — this time with the TTArtisan 100mm f/2.8 Macro X2 lens on the Canon EOS R7.
Handheld shot, using natural light.
Aperture f/5.6, shutter speed 1/100 s, ISO250.
HR
Plašimo ih se, iako nas ne diraju.
Skriveni u kutu svijeta, pletu niti svoga postojanja, nenametljivo.
Pauk – simbol straha, a zapravo samo još jedno biće koje traži svoje mjesto pod suncem.
EN
We fear them, though they mean us no harm.
Hidden in a corner of the world, weaving threads of their existence, quietly.
The spider – a symbol of fear, yet just another creature seeking its place in the sun.
Part 3
That evening, after searching for firewood and making a fire in her great-grandfather's study, Eleanor walked over to his desk, the wood was well preserved, unlike the rest of the house, which was rife with decay. Eleanor ran her hand over the desk and around its edges when, Clunk. She looked down, On closer inspection She found an opening, a false panel, carefully putting her hand inside, exploring the cavity gingerly, her hand touched something, grasping it, she pulled it out, she had discovered a small leather journal that had been concealed.
Its pages were brittle and stained, the handwriting hurried and increasingly erratic.
The first entry was dated 14 October 1891.
I have made my bargain.
The creature appeared to me at midnight, wearing the shape of a black cat. It spoke without moving its mouth, offering prosperity beyond imagination, protection from sickness, and preservation of the Ashcombe bloodline.
There was, naturally, a price.
Eleanor turned the page.
One soul every thirteen years.
The creature does not care whose soul is offered, only that the sacrifice takes place within these walls before the thirteenth stroke of midnight.
Should the debt remain unpaid, the creature shall claim a soul of its own choosing.
Eleanor felt the room grow colder.
She read on.
My brother, Thomas, was the first. They believed he fell from the eastern tower. I alone know the truth.
The following pages contained names.
Margaret Bell, 1904.
Henry Ashcombe, 1917.
Rose Fletcher, 1930.
Each name was followed by a single word.
Paid.
There were more, stretching across the decades, written by different hands.
Some entries were little more than scratches, as though the writer had been trembling.
Then came the last.
13 November 1982.
The offering was refused. The cat has begun to speak through the walls. My wife hears it beneath the floorboards. I fear we have misunderstood the bargain.
Beneath this, in ink so dark it appeared almost black, someone had written:
It does not preserve the Ashcombe family.
It preserves its ownership of us.
A heavy thud sounded behind her.
Eleanor slammed the journal shut.
The cat was sitting on the chair beside the fireplace.
Its mouth hung slightly open.
And in a voice dry as rustling paper, it whispered:
"Thirteen."
Imagined with ChatGPT
But let's write a note because it's been a long time I didn't really focus ...
"Better die misunderstood than spend one's life explaining"
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We spend our summer vacations at the resort beach.
This beach has a really nice view.
We enjoyed the summer at the resort beach like kids.
But we weren't aware. The uninvited guests approach us. We'll be their best Dinner if we don't escape quickly.
01 - Jaws - Main Title
www.youtube.com/watch?v=14nTUjAeFas&list=PL7v_KFM4xhO...
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Beautiful photogenic coastal land inspired by the African Penguins of South Africa. Machinima friendly.
/*Windlight Sky: "Barcelona" Water: "Raymond's Water At Night"RegionOverride*/
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# Oops. Posted last night. Accidentally deleted last night. The iPhone app and I are on less than... friendly terms. ;-)
Cloth - Bakaboo
By the way.
This avatar is usually misunderstood, but it is a purely male avatar. This avatar has a mesh head and LeLutka Andrea, a body of Belleza Jake. And the skin is POEMA Tristan.
Photo & Model : Rehana Seljan (Homme)
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On the Bavarian side of the River Inn a bench invites to rest opposite the Austrian town of Schärding.
Taken on an Autumn evening with a "toy" lens on a tiny camera: the 04 TOY LENS WIDE on a PENTAX Q. The lens has a focal length of 6.3mm, equivalent to a 35mm lens on "full-frame". The aperture is fixed at f:7.1, focussing is manual.
Post-processing in "Colour Projects" and SilkyPix Pro 9.
Happy Bench Monday!
***The PENTAX Q "Toy lenses" are tiny manual-focus primes with a fixed aperture. They were rather misunderstood and never caught on. I think that's a pity. If one takes the trouble, they can give beautiful results. They are not really toys, and are anything but simple to use well. As with any equipment, you have to recognise the possibilities and respect the limitations.***
Although also known as a hoverfly or a syrphid fly, I love the name Flower Fly. I have heard people mistakenly call these cuties, sweat bees, thinking they could sting. I always make sure to correct them, letting them know that they don't have stingers, and second in line to bees, are very important pollinators.
"To be great is to be misunderstood." — Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Background:
"Forget ME not" was created to raise awareness about M.E (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis) - an extremely debilitating, life changing, complex chronic disease that has received shamefully low attention and fundings for research for decades. Patients are being disbelieved, misunderstood and dismissed. There is no treatment and no cure.
Over 20 million people across the globe are affected and in the aftermaths of COVID this number is quickly rising (many Long Covid patients end up being diagnosed with M.E).
During our events in May we will create awareness, break the stigma and fundraise for the "Open Medicine Foundation" who conduct research into M.E, Long Covid, Fibromyalgia and related chronic conditions. They are a registered, US based non-profit organization that has been around for over 10 years.
You can also support by wearing this blue ribbon exclusively made by Enewa, when you click the information box at the Forget ME Not sim.
Get it here in-world: Forget ME Not events place and exhibit 💙
To know more about the event and how you can raise awareness and support the cause to research and find cure for ME/CFS, link here: Facebook: forgetMEnotSL 💙Flickr group: forget ME not SL
💙 Website and donation page: Forget ME Not SL site
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I had a cousin that was a bit overweight. I am pretty sure that you have misunderstood the lesson.
happy Teddy Bear Tuesday
"Don't waste your time trying to explain yourself to people that are committed to misunderstanding you. Instead, commit your time to explaining who they are to them."
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Dandelions are one of the most misunderstood plants on Earth and one of my favorites. From ancient mythology to modern spirit work, the dandelion holds meanings of resilience, transformation, and intuition.
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I Was Drinking Last Night And Got Thrown Out Of The Casino...
I Totally Misunderstood The Craps Table.
installations, performances and concepts, who deploy the medium as one of a range of artistic strategies to complete their work. But photography for and of itself—photographs taken from the world as it is—are misunderstood as a collection of random observations and lucky moments, or muddled up with photojournalism, or tarred with a semi-derogatory documentary tag :-(
Paul Graham
HBW! Peace Now!
stachyurus himalaicus, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
The Animals (music band) 😊 Happy Smile on Saturday! :-)
This is my version of The Animals playing at the local pub. There are 3 singers - the 2 Penguins and Crazy Harry. Rizzo is playing the Tambourine. You wouldn’t want to hear Rizzo sing! And Animal is playing the drums. Hope you enjoy. HSoS! :-)
The Animals are an English band from the early 1960s. Some of their hits were "The House of the Rising Sun", "We Gotta Get Out of This Place" and "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood".
The Animals are lip syncing here to House of Rising Sun, but it’s still fun. ;-) www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-43lLKaqBQ
In Dutch it is called ‘Paarse dovenetel’, which suggests that the English ‘dead-nettle’ is a misunderstood Dutch ‘dode netel’, which is a netel that would not be alive, so maybe ‘purple archangel’ is the better English word for this plant (or Lamium purpureum as Linnaeus would have it).
It grows all year round and even makes flowers in mild winters such as ours these weeks, see photo. From next month March on, these flowers become an important source of proteins for the bees, while they are making their nests. It is always a special day, when you see the first bee of the year. The poor bees in our region are working hard on their comeback after the dark neonicotinoid-years that were almost fatal for their species, due to navigation problems caused by intoxication. Together with the maize and the sunflowers, the purple archangel helps them with their come-back. A bee that visited the flowers of this herb will have its red pollen in its hair and in this way you can see that the bee was there. So these little herbs are a blessing for the bees and therefore also for us, humans.
Black Bears are so fascinating to watch with their interesting individual personalities. A beautiful and too often misunderstood animal that is deserving of our profound respect. For one they help make our forests so beautiful with the way they fertilize the forests with the fish they eat.
When
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
One brushed by a trickster
The other a guardian spirit
I took the path I felt had the chance
Of finding a fox, don’t know why
But dread drummed like the woodpeckers
The further I looked down the trodden path
Those saplings, stretching out their infant arms.
So I came to your derelict patch
Eyes roving
Down the locks
Through the black smiles of factories, forlorn
When a voice found me:
“Why do you search so deep for a trickster so ‘sly?’”
“Because finding you means I’ve lost my way
And taking the path you’re expected to take seems the worst trick of all!”
Knowing the lesson was felt,
The fox revealed itself
With an eye that flashed the world in a line
And an ear that tuned out the fuzz, even in this dead silence.
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Baby, you understand me now?
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don'tcha know that no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
You know sometimes, baby I'm so carefree
Oh, with a joy that's hard to hide
And then sometimes again it seems that all I have is worry
And then you're bound to see my other side
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
If I seem edgy
I want you to know
I never mean to take it out on you
Life has its problems
And I get more than my share
But that's me one thing I never mean to do
'Cause I love you
Oh, baby, I'm just human
Don't you know I have faults like anyone?
Sometimes I find myself alone regretting some little foolish thing
Some simple thing that I've done
'Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Don't let me be misunderstood
I try so hard so please don't let me be misunderstood
No, no, no, please
(I understand) I know what it's like to be misunderstood for being a free thinker but I have no idea what it would be like to be judged by the color of my skin, I can only imagine the frustration, can't help but wonder if God made the whole world B&W would we still be as judgemental?.... Probably...I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt until they prove otherwise. Be humble and kind to whoever you meet today, it's a rippling effect that can reach far and wide....:)
* I stopped to give a native girl who was broke down a boost yesterday, she was ever so grateful and amazed I knew how to do that.... still leaves me smiling today.
Andrew Gold - Spooky, Scary Skeletons
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mKN6PDZTmc
Spooky, scary skeletons
Send shivers down your spine
Shrieking skulls will shock your soul
Seal your doom tonight
Spooky, scary skeletons
Speak with such a screech
You'll shake and shudder in surprise
When you hear these zombies shriek
We're sorry, skeletons, you're so misunderstood
You only want to socialize (but I don't think we should)
'Cause spooky, scary skeletons
Shout startling, shrilly screams
They'll sneak from their sarcophagus
And just won't leave you be
Spirits supernatural are shy, what's all the fuss?
But bags of bones seem so unsafe (it's semi-serious)
Spooky, scary skeletons
Are silly all the same
They'll smile and scrabble slowly by
And drive you so insane
Sticks and stones will break your bones
They seldom let you snooze
Spooky, scary skeletons
Will wake you with a boo!
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Until I took the picture in the first comment below, I had no idea of the flare potential of the tiny Pentax Q 04 TOY LENS WIDE 6.3mm f:7.1 - a few shots later I came up with this one...
wherewith I solemnly declare
this lens to be "The King of Flare"...
;-)
Seen on the Bavarian side of the River Inn, across from the Austrian town of Schärding.
Taken with the adorable little Pentax Q.
***The PENTAX Q "Toy lenses" are tiny manual-focus primes with a fixed aperture. They were rather misunderstood and never caught on. I think that's a pity. If one takes the trouble, they can give beautiful results. They are not really toys, and are anything but simple to use well. As with any equipment, you have to recognise the possibilities and respect the limitations.***
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Eyes Misunderstood Sayuri for Skin Fair
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"Made a wrong turn, once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss "No way, it's all good", it didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated
Look, I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me!
You're so mean, when you talk, about yourself you were wrong
Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead
So complicated, look how big, you'll make it
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game
It's enough! I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same
Oh, pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me
The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool and limed and we try, try, try
But we try too hard and its a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics 'cause there everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that?
Why do I do that?
Oh, pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me!
You're perfect, you're perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me"
by Pink
The Letters from Alma
The two black Cadillacs rolled through the evening streets of the Bronx.
For once, nobody was talking.
The bundle of Swedish letters rested on the seat between Vincent and the Delivery Man.
Behind them, the two Claras sat with Charles's notebook on their laps.
Every now and then, young Clara glanced down at the worn leather cover.
Karl Karlsson.
Stora Malm, Södermanland.
It still felt unreal.
A few hours earlier, Charles Carlson had been little more than a name on a gravestone.
Now it seemed as though he was slowly stepping out of the past.
"How much farther?" asked older Clara.
Sal checked the folded note Evelyn had given him years ago.
"Just a few blocks."
"You've been saying that for ten minutes," Vincent muttered.
"I've also been driving behind you for ten minutes."
Vincent couldn't argue with that.
A few moments later, the cars stopped in front of a narrow brownstone squeezed between two larger buildings.
A single porch light glowed over the entrance.
The brass mailbox beside the door had one name engraved on it:
Ingrid Lund
The Delivery Man looked up at the building.
"Here?"
Sal unfolded the note again.
"That's what it says."
"You can actually read your own handwriting?"
"On special occasions."
They climbed the stairs.
Young Clara carried the notebook.
Vincent carried the letters.
Older Clara carried one of the photographs of Charles and Clara O'Rourke.
Nobody said it aloud, but they were all hoping for the same thing.
Answers.
Vincent knocked.
Nothing.
He raised his hand to knock again when the deadbolt clicked.
The door opened slowly.
An elderly woman stood in the doorway.
Her silver hair was tied neatly behind her head.
Wire-rimmed glasses rested low on her nose.
She studied each of them carefully.
Then her eyes settled on the bundle of letters in Vincent's hands.
And her expression changed.
Only slightly.
But enough.
"Mrs. Lund?" asked Vincent.
The woman nodded.
"Ingrid is fine."
Her accent was different from everyone else's.
Not strong.
But noticeable.
The kind that never completely leaves.
Even after many years.
"We found these among Evelyn O'Rourke's belongings."
Vincent carefully held up the letters.
The old woman stared at them.
Then at the faded ribbon.
Then at the handwriting.
A strange silence followed.
Long enough to make the group uncomfortable.
Finally she stepped back.
"You had better come inside."
Her apartment was unlike Evelyn's.
Books were everywhere.
On shelves.
On tables.
Stacked on chairs.
Entire rows devoted to Swedish history, emigration records, folklore, and old newspapers.
The smell of paper and dust filled the room.
Young Clara felt as though she had stepped into a library.
Ingrid sat beneath a reading lamp.
Vincent carefully placed the bundle of letters before her.
For several moments she said nothing.
She simply examined the envelopes.
Touched the paper.
Read the names.
Then she looked up.
"Where did you find these?"
"Among Evelyn's things."
The old woman nodded slowly.
"As I suspected."
The room fell silent.
Older Clara leaned forward.
"What do you mean?"
Ingrid didn't answer immediately.
Instead, she untied the ribbon.
The same ribbon Alma's hands might once have tied decades earlier in Sweden.
Carefully, she opened the first letter.
The paper crackled softly.
The ink had faded.
But not enough.
Her eyes moved across the page.
Once.
Twice.
Then she began reading aloud.
First in Swedish.
The language sounded strange and musical.
Young Clara understood nothing.
Yet even she could hear the affection in the words.
The concern.
The longing.
The voice of a mother writing to a son across an ocean.
When Ingrid finished the Swedish passage, she translated:
"My dear Karl,
I am happy to hear that you and Clara remain in good health.
Every evening I pray that God continues to protect you."
The room remained quiet.
Ingrid continued reading.
"The world seems troubled these days. News arrives slowly here, but it always arrives eventually."
She turned the page.
"I have received word that distant relatives from Julita were among those who traveled on that great ship that sank into the sea."
Young Clara glanced up.
Titanic.
Ingrid nodded.
"Yes."
Then she continued.
"Titanic, I believe it was called."
Nobody interrupted.
Then Ingrid reached the next paragraph.
And for the first time she frowned.
Not dramatically.
Just enough for everyone to notice.
"What is it?" asked older Clara.
The old woman adjusted her glasses.
Read the lines again.
Then a third time.
As if making certain she had not misunderstood.
"It's about a girl."
Young Clara immediately sat up.
"A girl?"
Ingrid nodded slowly.
"Alma writes..."
The old woman stared at the page.
Almost reluctantly.
Then read:
"I am thankful that your wife has not fallen ill.
Yet every night I pray that God spares the girl."
The room grew still.
"The girl?" Vincent asked.
"Yes."
Ingrid kept reading silently.
Her expression became increasingly puzzled.
Finally she lowered the letter.
"That is strange."
"What's strange?" asked Sal.
Ingrid turned another page.
Then another.
She suddenly looked at the date.
Then at a second letter.
Then a third.
"That cannot be right."
The Delivery Man spoke for the first time in several minutes.
"What can't?"
Ingrid looked up from the letters.
Directly at the two Claras.
And for a moment she seemed uncertain whether she should answer at all.
Then she said:
"These letters were written years apart."
"But Alma keeps mentioning the same girl."
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Ingrid slowly lifted the second letter.
Then the third.
Then the fourth.
And in every one of them, written years apart, appeared the same sentence:
I pray that God spares the girl.
The old woman looked up.
Her voice barely above a whisper.
"The question is..."
"...why does Alma never write the girl's name?"
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"در پی صبحی بی خورشیدیم، با هجوم گل ها چه کنیم؟"
سهراب سپهری
Beauty has a permanent presence in life. It is us who may be closed to it, but once its light has touched our hearts, we have no choice but to be better for it, to be better because of it, or we have misunderstood beauty.
It might surprise you that thistle plants are in the same family as daisies and sunflowers. If you've never appreciate these thorny beauties, you might find this interesting...
"Native thistles are a largely misunderstood and wrongly maligned group of wildflowers. Often confused with their prickly, invasive relatives such as Canada thistle, in reality, native thistles are benign and valuable plants that fill a variety of significant niches along more esteemed wildflowers such as coneflowers, prairie clovers, and others. While so many of those native wildflowers have been embraced by restoration practitioners, gardeners, and native plant enthusiasts, native thistles haven’t garnered the same enthusiasm, and that’s too bad. With sublime blue-green foliage, interesting stem and leaf architecture, and pink blossoms, our native thistles are every bit as resplendent—and as valuable for wildlife—as countless other native plants. It is time to change our attitudes towards our native thistles and recognize their importance, and the first step to do this is by providing the information for conservation practitioners to plant, protect, and grow these important native plants."
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*LANDGRAFF* - Misunderstood
Taxi : MAINSTORE
*MACA* - Blake Shirt FatPack
Taxi : TMD
*MEMENTO* - FVTE Rings FatPack
Taxi : MAINSTORE
*B(u)Y ME* - Matthew Male PoseSet
Taxi : ENJOY EVENT
Hat BeSpoke Mushy Mushroom Addon
Hair Ayashi Violla
Head and make up BeSpoke Mushy
Skin Not Found Hynna
Eyes Misunderstood IconiXX 50
Harness and Top Tentacio Ginger
Skirt Tentacio Alba
Rings Kunglers Juno for Cosmopolitan
Dagger En Pointe Devilish Edge for SL22B Gift
Feets BeSpoke Bird
Bag Aya Nomad
Pose Rou Blosson Aphrodite for SL22B Gift
Made a wrong turn, once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss "No way, it's all good", it didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated
Look, I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me!
You're so mean, when you talk, about yourself you were wrong
Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead
So complicated, look how big, you'll make it
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game
It's enough! I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same
Oh, pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me
The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool and limed and we try, try, try
But we try too hard and its a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics 'cause there everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that?
Why do I do that?
Oh, pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me!
You're perfect, you're perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me