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I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
Feels like fire
I'm so in love with you
Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay-bad at bay
Love is the light
Scaring darkness away-yeah
I'm so in love with you
Burns the soul
Make love your goal
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Burns the soul
Make love your goal
I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down I'll be around
With my undying, death-defying
Love for you
Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling love, flowers
And pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energy
Rushin' rushin' inside of me
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Burns the soul
Make love your goal
This time we go sublime
Lovers entwine-divine divine
Love is danger, love is pleasure
Love is pure-the only treasure
I'm so in love with you
Burns the soul
Make love your goal
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
The power of love
A force from above
A sky-scraping dove
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Burns the soul
Make love your goal
I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
Frankie Goes To Hollywood
The power of love
Gallery Nucleus in Alhambra, CA just released these two limited edition prints: Tethered at a Fixed Distance (13" x 16") and Undying Glow (13" x 13") in a limited edition of 30 each. Specs: 8-Color Process on Watercolor Paper, signed & numbered on print. Check them out at their print store.
Also, pick up your copy of the limited edition Skull Plug print from the Letter Pressed Artist Series: 6" x 8", two-color on Lettra 100% cotton paper each signed and numbered in an edition of 50. You can pick up your own print here.
Skin: amara beauty - trista (icy) [Access]
Head: lelutka - avalon
Eyes: euphoric - hana
Necklace: yummy - forever yours [C88]
Hair & Headpiece: magika - heathen
Makeup: warpaint - idol eyeshadow & flor eyebags; the skinnery - mauve lip tint
Top: erratic - june [Access]
Hand chains: yummy - undying love
Skirt: little diamond - lorena skirt
A Heartfelt Tribute to the Late Maggie Smith
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITCw_iOVR3E
we pause to remember and honor the incredible legacy of Dame Maggie Smith, an actress whose grace and talent touched millions, but who will forever be immortalized in our hearts as the wise, unyielding, and fiercely compassionate Professor Minerva McGonagall.
For over a decade, Maggie Smith brought to life one of the most iconic characters in the wizarding world. Professor McGonagall was more than just a teacher; she was a symbol of strength, loyalty, and integrity. With her stern gaze, sharp wit, and unmistakable sense of fairness, she was both protector and mentor, guiding countless young witches and wizards through their years at Hogwarts. Maggie embodied these qualities on screen in a way that felt so real, so true, that it became impossible to separate the actress from the character.
In every scene she played, Maggie brought depth and heart to McGonagall's character. Who could forget the powerful moments in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows when she led the defense of Hogwarts, showing her undying courage? Or the quieter moments, when she offered quiet encouragement or a comforting word to Harry, Hermione, and Ron? These are the scenes that will forever be etched in our memories, moments where we saw not just a teacher, but a protector, a guardian of everything good.
Her impact goes beyond the silver screen. Maggie Smith’s portrayal of McGonagall inspired generations of fans to be strong, to be fair, and to always stand up for what is right. She became a role model for many, embodying the qualities we admire most in the people we look up to. For those of us who found solace and joy in the magical world of Hogwarts, her presence was a reminder that even in the darkest times, there is light, there is hope, and there are people who will always fight for what's good.
Though Maggie Smith may no longer be with us, her legacy will live on through her performances, through the character of McGonagall, and through the countless lives she touched with her art. She will always be a part of the wizarding world, a beacon of strength and wisdom, guiding us all just as she guided the students of Hogwarts.
Thank you, Dame Maggie Smith, for bringing to life a character who means so much to so many. You will forever live on in our hearts as one of the wizarding world’s greatest professors.
Rest in peace, Professor McGonagall. We’ll miss you dearly.
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Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
A Bronze age Celtic whinstone megalith standing on its own little rocky crag near the village of Doagh in County Antrim. It is thought to be a place where Celtic kings would meet to seal deals or treaties. Other theories for its use include it being a burial site, a pagan altar or a site associated with fertility rites. In more modern times the ‘Holestone’ or ‘Lovestone’ has become associated with love and marriage. Tradition would have the girl place her hand through the hole allowing her intended to clasp it from the other side to pledge undying love and become betrothed. On the morning I visited the site there were the remains of a posy of flowers suggesting it is still in use. Local legend tells of a man who having sworn his fidelity at the Holestone was unfaithful to his bride on their wedding night. The unfaithful groom was cursed to roam the countryside as a black horse for all eternity. I didn’t see any black horses but did spot a few white ponies.
At the junction of the Korzenna and Na Piaskach streets, you will notice a bridge with beautiful, openwork railing. The railing becomes less and less visible each year because colourful padlocks hanging there cover it. Lovers come there to symbolically make their relationships more durable by hanging a padlock with their initials, important dates or vows of undying love. For the vow to be valid, they have to throw the key to the padlock to the Radunia river flowing beneath the bridge.
a child’s garden is filled with presences we have
lost in our great maturity and undying devotion to
science. ours is the faulty position, also known as the
sophisticated, know-it-all perspective.
a child’s garden is ruled by the Invisibles… kingdoms
and queendoms of busy beings, inventing, painting, weaving,
combining… using ingredients and fabrics harvested from the
cosmos.
on the door of our 150 year old shed in the LOST GARDEN... I always told the grandchildren this was a likeness of Granddad...
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"The Power Of Love"
I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
Feels like fire
I'm so in love with you
Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay-bad at bay
Love is the light
Scaring darkness away-yeah
I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
[1]-The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down I'll be around
With my undying, death-defying
Love for you
Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling love, flowers
And pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energy
Rushin' rushin' inside of me
[Repeat 1]
This time we go sublime
Lovers entwine-divine divine
Love is danger, love is pleasure
Love is pure-the only treasure
I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
The power of love
A force from above
A sky-scraping dove
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
Windsong in the Autumn
it is in hours breath;
from a touch
to a whisper
like a gentle kiss
upon undying lips -
carries with it solitude
but as well encompasses
it with eyes sought
past the stars
and into
the grace of life/love
inspiration past disaster
and into a void
that isn't a void
but a euphoria
that sits on transgressions
bathing in its solitude
and wakes to
find peace once again!
- Nam
Explore # 94
Highest position on November 15, 2007
Rain or shine, a queue can be seen forming for Lim Chee Guan's signature Bak Kwa. Regardless of the many generations that it has been passed on to, their undying passion to preserve the juicy perfection that made their bak kwa so popular remains.
A bit of psychedelic sliding - opening up the pages of the universe like a sliding screen ;o)
HCS and HSS!!
As the image evolved I found myself humming "Across the Universe ...." from the Beatles last album as a group - "Let it Be". The lyrics are quite magical and so visual, I'd forgotten how good they are. There are a couple of YouTube versions:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKP82AZ9zmE
Moody Blues cover version - from the Lennon 10 years memorial concert (skip the first 4 minutes approx to get the track)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3r-tpzWwcc
Lyrics:
Words are flowing out like
Endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe.
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
Are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me.
Jai Guru Deva. Om
Nothing's gonna change my world (repeat)
Images of broken light, which
Dance before me like a million eyes,
They call me on and on across the universe.
Thoughts meander like a
Restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.
Chorus
Sounds of laughter, shades of life
Are ringing through my opened ears
Inciting and inviting me.
Limitless undying love, which
Shines around me like a million suns,
It calls me on and on across the universe
Chorus
Textured Universe from SkyboxCreative
other textures, layers and brushes and effects are my own, created using Photoshop and iPad
Bowscale Tarn, Lake District (North), Cumbria, England.
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...and both the undying fish that swim,
through Bowscale-tarn did wait on him;
the pair were servants of his eye,
in their immortality;
and glancing, gleaming, dark or bright,
moved to and fro, for his delight.
.....by William Wordsworth.
Excerpt from torontounion.ca/event/union-art-black-dreams-aspirations/:
Black Dreams and Aspirations started with an open call for artists to address the question: What does it mean to dream while Black? Union’s programming team, TD’s Art Curator, MakeRoom Inc. and guest judges James Yeboah and Shuraine Otto-Olak, selected twelve artists for a two-part exhibition series that explores themes of community, self-possession, connection to the past, creativity, and the power of imagination.
Located in the West Wing, this second instalment of the two-part series features the works of six artists: Delali Cofie, Iman Abbaro, Adetona Omokanye, Ridge Levene, Troydel Wallace, and Theodore Walker Robinson. These voices interconnect to share past hopes and hope for a new future. The collective dreams are visually presented as a sequence of figures, giving the feeling of a single body in motion. Bold colours intermingle as regal stances and dreamlike states collide to look forward and back simultaneously.
In addition to the group series, special guest artist Yasin Osman is presenting a solo exhibition titled Dreaming in Colour, a poignant exploration of youth and aspiration, featuring a collection of large black and white portraits of young Black Somali children aged 11 to 16. Accompanying these striking visuals are narratives detailing their dreams and aspirations. This collection aims to honour these young people’s resilience, hope, and untapped potential. This exhibition will be presented in the Oak Room at Union and will run the length of the exhibition.
Excerpt from torontounion.ca/blackdreams/west-wing-collection/:
Gèlè
Gèlè is an ode to Yoruba women's agency and adventures, both as individuals and as a collective. It is a visual performance of identity, and a call to embrace one's roots with pride. Gèlè's intricate folds, fine creases and dynamic styles transcend mere fashion; it is a tapestry narrating the wearer's age, marital status, and societal role. Through this piece, I invite viewers to witness the convergence of tradition and modernity, of form and layers, recognizing the Gèlè as not just a piece of fabric or fashion accessory but a living testament to the undying spirit of the Yoruba culture in the heart of Toronto, Canada.
In chambers wrought of velvet and silence, she lingers, a relic of vows once spoken beneath gilded ceilings. Her gaze drifts beyond the glass, where the sea swallows the sun, and memory swallows her soul. The world believes her a statue of sorrow, yet within her breast burns a flame unyielding, though veiled in mourning’s attire. Each shadow that clings to her gown carries the echo of love, undying and unforgotten, carved eternally into the marrow of her being.
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At the heart of the Chateau, elegance meets warmth. Beyond the shadows and gilded walls lies a space filled with love, laughter, and imagination. A place to roleplay, to connect, to dream, and to find a home away from home.
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Location: Château OTSM
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Exciting news ladies. We're experimenting with an entirely new look, even a new skin. Yes; we've gone sporty (in RL Cara never gets much above water sports but that's a subject for another differently rated day.) And a new skin? Never happened before.
So let's get into it.
First the hair. I've broken a long standing rule here and gone to Doux, in this case Angeni. Why the "long standing rule"? Because all other hair attaches to the head or somewhere equally practical. Change your hair? Just press "wear" and bingo! But, as we all know, Doux attaches somewhere different, the left nipple or something, so when you press "wear" the old hair is still there.
PUHLEEASE Mr or Mrs Doux, attach the hair to the freakin head. That way you'll get the undying loyalty of real fashionastas like..... well..... me.
The Skin's Maysee Cashew from 7Deadly S(k)ins which over the years has been responsible for some quite mortal sins against pulchritude. But..... we found this one lying round in our invo, doubtlessly bought in a moment of compromised attention after an evening on the tiles. But it seems to work. What do you think, fashionistas of SL?
Eyes have been an issue for us - we've sort of settled on Ikon Hope eyes, in this case Evening. But be warned. The natives are restless and have been observed scanning every good looking set of eyes that passes. This could change
Head is LAQ, Varying daily between Gaia, Jade and Zahra. Oh, indecisiveness, they name is woman.
The shirt is Shaysel from Scandalize, Aqua which we think gives that right touch of sportiness
And yes, we got the shirt, Martina, from Seniha. Yeah, we know, you all fitted out your dozens of alts with ill-fitting freebies from Seniha, but we recommend that you go back for a second look. Lots of interesting things there, and they're finally doing stuff for Maitreya Petite addons. We like to get perky now and then and not enough designers are doing the right thing by us yet.
Glasses are nice. We normally never do Gacha but we found that these, called Blank Line Leopard, not to suffer the same sins as most gachas. After just a couple of throws of the dice, we got these in leopard and black.
We should mention the sneakers. They're dustbunny sneakers cotton. Lovely but.... There are several colors and if you buy one by one you get silly flowers sticking out of them. Yep, carnations sticking out of your sneakers. To get the non florid version you have to buy the fat pack. Now as you know, we are violently opposed to fatpacks, so our recommendation that buying this one is good value should be attended to
Happy shopping, ladies!
Oh, and my love
Did I mistake you for a sign from God?
Or are you really here to cut me off?
{ .Credits. }
⤍ Skin : { Pity Party } Azalea
⤍ Ears & Glowing Neko Eyes: {Sullen Confection} Cyber Cat Ears and Cat Pupils
⤍ Eyes: AG. Attraction Eyes
⤍ Lashes: EVERMORE - NOVA MONSTAH LASHES
⤍ HD Eyebrows ontop: Simple Bloom Liv Spring - Downward
⤍ Lipstick: Default Lelutka lipstick tinted
⤍ Eyeliner: Bossie. quick eyeliners
⤍ Hair: DOUX - Cynthia Hairstyle
⤍ Collar: Random Matter - Cermet Collar - Love Me
⤍ Claws: L'Emporio&PL::*Damned Claws
⤍ Rings: (Yummy) Undying Love Ring Collection
⤍ Head: Lelutka EvoX AVALON
⤍ Body: REBORN by eBODY
This composition struck a note of balance when I took it - the nice triangular formation of the trees and the reflections were in harmony. The dead tree seemed to "undie" when looked together with the greens and the yellows beside it, almost like an old grandfather amidst kids. Soft sunset light added to the atmosphere.
Woodford State Park, Vermont.
"Black. A Color which surreptitiously tingles even the most obliviously dormant crannies of your soul; to realms beyond the wisps of eternal eternity.
Black. A Color which triggers an unsurpassable inferno of hidden fires in your naked skin; indefatigably tantalizing your nimble shadow to forever blend with the celestially enamoring fabric of the night.
Black. A Color which inevitably magnetizes you towards even the most infinitesimal speck of your surrounding environment; irrespective of your indelibly vociferous denial to survive.
Black. A Color which engenders you to timelessly discover your ever-pervadingly unbridled creativity; as you ardently gyrate in the passionately undying fabric of the iridescent night.
Black. A Color which stupefies every conceivable patch of the whites of your eye; transfixes you into a state of timelessly eternal bliss; with nothing else but a cloud of everlasting sensuality as your sole savior.
Black. A Color which insatiably augments your desire to inexhaustibly proliferate; inundate every perceivable filament of earth divine with cloudbursts of your untamed virility; with none but amorphous darkness to discover.
Black. A Color which brings out the truest shades of your eclectically vibrant personality; at times unleashing the unfettered animal within you; as you ecstatically slaver and rollick on virgin mud; without a cloth to engulf your uncontrollably shivering skin.
Black. A Color which renders every pore of your impeccable flesh in unlimited bewilderment of the profound feel of boundless depth; transports you into an unending labyrinth of ebulliently perennial desire.
Black. A Color which forever rectifies even the most inconspicuous trace of inconsolably pulverizing misery; coalescing every form of torturous anguish in vicinity with a singleton shade of amazingly mollifying equanimity.
Black. A Color which indefatigably challenges the devil to appear again and again and again; only so that the spirit of triumphantly Omnipotent righteousness; overtopples it beyond dormitories of feasible recognition; everytime.
Black. A Color which forever annihilates even the most evanescent trace of your dolorously beleaguered shadow; encompassing every ingredient of your crimson blood with the undaunted tenacity to holistically survive.
Black. A Color which makes you fearlessly entwine your fingers with the intrepidly unknown; igniting the bonfire of unstoppable adventure in every conceivable corridor of your innocuously pious soul.
Black. A Color which perpetuates even the most extinguishing part of you to fantasize beyond the definitions of the extraordinary; discover the completeness of existence as the flaming Sun sinks well behind the Omnipresent horizons.
Black. A Color which makes you wholesomely forget every tangible idiosyncrasy of caste; creed; tribe or color; as all appeared symbiotically alike under the most celestially ameliorating carpet of the moonless night.
Black. A Color which knew no blazing victory or ghastly defeat; as even the most ethereal trace of war ceased with the descent of the marvelously royal night.
Black. A Color which metamorphoses even the most monotonously robotic part of you into the most seductively mitigating of poet; as you inevitably started to churn fathomless lines of divinely poetry; with every whisper and kiss of the night.
Black. A Color which makes you synergistically neutral to life and death; misery and effulgent happiness; as all you could see; perceive; implement and imbibe; was just darkness; darkness and just timelessly emancipating darkness.
Black. A Color which foments you to exhale the most fervently fiery of your breath; in order to victoriously blaze a stream of optimistically mitigating light; through the tunnel of unendingly embracing darkness.
Black. A Color which facilitates spectacularly untamed lovemaking to the most unconquerable limits; as countless blessed seeds of fertility timelessly permeated the cradle of the atmosphere; with absolutely no hindrance to grow; at an hour always past passionate midnight". — Nikhil Parekh; 'Collected Poems'.
Lena Horne — Black is ♫ youtu.be/NEG56PrBOqU
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Explored: Highest Position: 37
Porters on Kilimanjaro today will earn on average Ts24,000- 36,000 (around US$20-30) for a six-day trip - plus the undying gratitude of anyone who’s ever trekked with them.These men (and the ones hired by trekkers are nearly always male) never fail to draw admiration from the trekkers who hire them. Ranging in age from about 18 (the minimum legal age, though some look a good deal younger) to 40 (though occasionally way beyond this), porters are amongst the hardest workers on Kilimanjaro. To see them traipsing up the mountain, water in one hand, cooker in another, rucksack on the back and picnic table on the head, is staggering to behold. And though they are supposed to carry no more than 15kg, many, desperate for work in what is an over-supplied market, carry much, much more.
And if that isn’t enough, while at the end of the day the average trekker spends his or her time at camp moaning about the hardships they are suffering – in between cramming down mouthfuls of popcorn while clasping a steaming hot cup of tea – these hardy individuals are putting up the tents, helping with the preparation of the food, fetching more water and generally making sure every trekker’s whim is, within reason, catered for.
Yet in spite of appearances to the contrary, porters are not indestructible. Though they rarely climb to the summit themselves, a few still expire each year on the slopes of Kilimanjaro. The most common cause of death, perhaps unsurprisingly given the ragged clothes many wear, is exposure. For this reason, if you see a porter dozing on the wayside and it’s getting a bit late, put aside your concerns about depriving him of some much needed shut-eye and wake him up: many are the tales of porters who have perished on Kilimanjaro because they took forty winks and then couldn’t find their way back to camp in the dark.
It’s this kind of horror story that has caused so much concern over recent years and led to the formation of organizations such as the Kilimanjaro Porters Assistance Project.
In the heart of a golden plain, the wind made the wheat sway like an endless sea. It was said that a cowboy had vanished there, a solitary man who chased sunsets and left behind only footprints of dust.
Every evening, as the sun went down, some swore they could hear the distant rhythm of hooves and the faint jingle of an undying hope. Perhaps the cowboy had never truly been lost: perhaps he had chosen to become part of the field, a guardian spirit for wanderers still searching for something—or someone—in the golden vastness.
Those who step into that wheat are not only searching for the lost cowboy: they are searching for themselves.
Thirst - Duke chest Harness New Equal10 event
Thirst - Duke Jocks Harness New Equal10 Event
Doing the ten facts thing. d:
1. I'm self taught on the guitar.
2. I live in the live music capitol of the world. (:
3. I have a huge phobia of stairs. DX
4. Music is my life. <3
5. I have an undying infatuation/love for The Beatles.
6. I play softball and I pitch, I've been playing since I was five or six and pitching since I was nine.
7. I love photography almost as much as I love music.
8. I'm a very liberal person. XD
9. I have pretty much the lowest self esteem in the world.
10. I've got friends all over the country.
ADDED BONUS! :D
11. I'm wearing the same shirt right now as I am in the picture. XD
Breathe Forever In Valinor
When my journey comes to its end
All my thought and time spent
There will be one last journey
In secret the sea leads to eternity
I disembark upon a land hidden from sight
I see a barricade of mountains on guard
A place where all the fair creatures delight
Beyond these huge walls lies that land of heart
Opened are my eyes and my mind
Sanctuary of light and green entwined
The sun forever dwells in the airs
No more touch of foul and all is fair
The lands and the waters are undying
Birds in the airs of peace stay flying
The home to the Powers of the World
Absolute beauty to me was first unfurled
Shayne Campbell
This poem is a tribute to the works of J.R.R. Tolkien
In India, where the Common Indian Myna originated, it is called the “Farmer’s Friend” because it eats insects that destroy crop plants. The name myna comes from a Hindi word, “maina” meaning a bird of the starling family, Sturnidae, to which mynas belong. Mynas in India are also regarded as symbols of undying love, because they often pair for life and maina is also sometimes used as a term of endearment for young girls.
More of the lovely Yaelle with the blueest eyes in the world! Makeup by the equally lovely Kathleen Vwl.
Mamiya C33/ Kodak Portra 400VC.
A while ago I was tagged to tell 11 things about me you may not know already, so here goes. For those who want to participate, feel free to tag yourselves for I am teh lazy.
1) I am the proud owner of a white birthmark. But it's not that visible since I am an albino. Caspar the friendly ghost has got nothing on me.
2) Once upon a time I had my own radio show.
3) I rarely lie but I admit I'm not all that chatty anyways.
4) I think the smell of baked mushrooms is the worst smell in the world.
5) I have developed an undying love for film photography in the last couple months. It will probably be my downfall.
6) I love freckles and beauty with an edge.
7) Sometimes, I look at your favorites and I make them MY favorites! MUHUAHUA!
8) My German ist kaputt.
9) I cannot go without my lip balm. It is called Strawberry Delight.
10) I could be perfectly happy living in a cabin near a lake in a gorgeous landscape.
11) Nobody's ever given me a pony.
Seen on the Hague footbridge in Norfolk.
Locks are becoming more and more of a tradition worldwide as a symbol of undying love between two sweethearts. I tried to focus on one in particular here, the one that reads: "JT ♥ JP," two lovers who are anonymous to me , but whose expressed devotion to one another will long be seen on the Hague footbridge. They are the only ones who need to know their true identity.
One body fits on two narrow paths. One has wind that teeters your body and stones that pierce your skin. It’s beautiful there but air seems so dense and opaque. Your heart longs to continue but your soul begs to escape. Escape to the other path, the one of customs and ordinary lifestyle. The path that allows your ankles to roll perfectly into place with the footprints that your wants have made. Voices always telling you that you mustn’t always find a cure to those who make you weak.
I always yearned for one life. The one of truth and honesty. The one of an undying love and strength, however when you walk against the grain, or stumble across the countered spin of the world, you find yourself failing. Then all I wanted was the life of relaxing and simplicity. The life of logic and moments. The life of fitting into a puzzle instead of creating one, instead of being one, instead of solving one. That’s all I wanted.
Now, at the fork in the road. My feet don’t wander. My whole not sure where to go. I know where I am, I know where I can run. But with that said, this is the worst kind of lost.
Because, I don’t think I’ll ever know where I want to go.
Slowly but surely I’m getting there guys. I felt that feeling…the one I had been missing for so long. I felt his arms reaching out for me and was left breathless but still, I don’t know what ‘ready’ means, or in all honesty, which path I’m willing to take.
Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rj-4t9drUlM
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Il libro era "Firmino"
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Frankie Goes To Hollywood - The Power of Love
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShN8UIk5-mw
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the power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
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Ill protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down Ill be around
With my undying, death-defying
Love for you
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(one of the most beautiful Love song I have never heard..)
Hebe (Greek: Ἥβη) in ancient Greek religion, is the goddess of youth or the prime of life (Roman equivalent: Juventas). She is the daughter of Zeus and Hera. Hebe was the cupbearer for the gods and goddesses of Mount Olympus, serving their nectar and ambrosia until she married Heracles (Hercules); her successor was the divine hero Ganymede. Another title of hers for this reason is Ganymeda, meaning "Gladdening Princess". Hebe was worshipped as the goddess of forgiveness or mercy at Sicyon.
Hebe had influence over eternal youth and the ability to restore youth to mortals, a power that appears exclusive to her, as in Ovid's Metamorphoses, some gods lament their favoured mortals aging. According to Philostratus the Elder, Hebe was youngest of the gods and responsible for keeping them eternally young, and thus was the most revered by them. Her role of ensuring the eternal youth of the other gods is appropriate with her role of serving as cupbearer, as the word ambrosia has been linked to a possible Proto-Indo-European translation related to immortality, undying, and lifeforce. In art, she is typically seen with her father in the guise of an eagle, often offering a cup to him. This depiction is seen in classical engraved gems as well as later art. Eagles were connected with immortality and there was a folklore belief that the eagle (like the phoenix) had the ability to renew itself to a youthful state, making the association with Hebe logical.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop and Photoscape X
Emerging from the storm of ash and fire, the Infernal Empress stands in unyielding command—her crimson skin glowing like molten stone, eyes alight with hellfire. Her obsidian horns twist like ancient roots above a gothic headdress crowned with skulls and arcane gems, each one pulsing with forbidden power. Dark winds lash through her midnight hair as glowing runes swirl behind her, summoning magic older than time. She is not just a ruler of a damned realm—she is its fury, its vengeance, its undying soul.
Hey everyone, long time, no see! This is just a post to wish everyone a happy holiday season and also just (finally) an "official" goodbye photo.
I'm pretty much done with dolls and the community overall, I've been mostly logged out of any doll related accounts for the past two months, and it's been good for me I think. With the Bratz comeback not delivering, I really lost my interest in dolls, and I just can't pursue doll photography with the same enthusiasm I once had. In addition, I've just come to find that I had allowed a lot of the drama and negativity within the doll community to really make me a more cynical person, and I found that I wasn't really getting much positivity for myself out of a lot of what I was seeing. This isn't to sound pretentious or above the community at all, for some people, it's perfect and they get all they need from it, but personally just with everything going on in my outside life, it was just something that I as an individual was letting affect my outlook on a lot of things more than I wanted to. I've really been focusing on being happy and healthy, and I've found a lot of outlets to receive and put out positivity, and I can honestly say that I am a better place right now than I have been in months, if not years. I'm not giving up my interest on dolls altogether, (for some reason I've still felt the undying urge to collect TAGG, PNP & OLL) and I still appreciate what I own, I'm just doing different things these days.
I really am thankful for this hobby and community for helping me develop so many skills over the years and allow me to pursue a lot of other things as a result.
Until next time!,
Ryan
Entry for the Classic Castle IX contest-Hidden Treasure category. Parting of the waters to reveal the hidden Draught of Undying.
Entry for the Classic Castle IX contest-Hidden Treasure category. Parting of the waters to reveal the hidden Draught of Undying.
Deep beneath the island of Okoto, Makuta has risen from his resting place in the underground ruins. More powerful than ever, he now commands an army of undead soldiers and is ready to wreak havoc on the villagers of Okoto. The royal guards who once defended Makuta's tomb from any who tried to revive him, have now become corrupted Skull Guardians, and serve as Makuta's personal bodyguards.
My entry to the Makuta contest on Rebrick. Didn't really feel like making a big black edgy MOC, so I went with a sort of undead wizard look, along with skeleton minions. The Skull Guardian was originally supposed to be a revamp of Skull Warrior, but I felt the sword+chain combo fit better with the bulky look.
Oh, and, don't forget to check out the Rebrick entry page. Remember, with each like Spooki Matooki is closer to world domination, so let's help the poor guy out, he's had a rough time these past few years c:
Link here
One of the meanings of white roses is everlasting love, a love stronger than death, an eternal love, undying and all sustaining
Illuminated is coming to Collabor88 tomorrow!
I had to take my undying love for neons to the next level and, well, cuddle them 😌
The fatpack includes 9 colour neon lamps (light blue, blue, natural, red, pink, orange, yellow, green, purple) to choose from, pre-posed for the set (minor adjustment might be needed due to shape differences)
You can see a quick live preview here gyazo.com/ccbf8dca4d6feb6c8e5c89019aa1ce99
The neons emit dim coloured lights, perfect for low-light illuminated photography~ the windlight used in the ad is Midnight + a dim facelight. We recommend playing with your face/body materials (shine) settings :)
We hope you like playing with these, can't wait to see what you come up with :)
Collabor88 opens tomorrow, 8 Dec ♥!
Corset by Glitzz ♥
Hair by Doux ♥
This image has sat on my hard drive since November 2015 when I made a trip to Florida to visit some friends that had retired and relocated. I have decided to post it because October of this year I will have a return visit.
I have also been reluctant posting this image because I have been spoiled for several years using a full frame and anything less than my 5DIII has been passed over and forgotten. I have changed my outlook on small sensor cameras and now accept them as a tool. Truly, the photographer makes the image. The camera takes the image.
This was shot with a refurbished SX50 that I paid a mere $150.00. Under good light, this camera is capable of taking amazing images; grain free with exceptionally long focal length equivalents. Once the light begins to dim, the images simply lose clarity and gain artifact. Not so with this image. This was shot at its full focal length of 1200 mm handheld about 20 feet away on a bright sunny morning soon after the dew from the night had disappeared.
On close inspection, this little guy looks like he just finished up a meal and was basking in the sun. I am still surprised how amazingly sharp and detailed this image turned out. Hopefully upon my return to Florida I will be blessed with more images I can share with my friends.
Thank you for your favs, comments and undying support with my photography.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
death is the end, but not with you.
Josefine couldn't believe it ... had her curse finally lifted, after more than 200 years ? She had lost count of her marriages and the lives she had taken in her attempts.
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Her body relaxed, she nearly fell to the ground and as he scooped her up into his arms she felt more free than she'd done before.
"I love you my immortal little monster" Their cold lips met in a kiss of warmth and passion.
Continue reading here & close ups
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Poet's Heart - Fading Life @ Hallow Manor
Hotdog - Bloodsucker tailcoat . Black @ Dark Style Fair
SVP I would never let you @ La vie en pose
Synnergy//Trapped Souls Backdrop @ La vie en pose
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Josefine (Hanne)
Skin: (Enfer Sombre) Catwa Skin - Porcelain - Emma
Hair: [Yomi] Four Hair
Eyes: A R T E - Doll Eyes
Nails: #EMPIRE - Almond Nails - Medium
Ears: :ANDORE: - :Mesh Ears: - Elf Ears Base
Hand scratches: duckie . savage
Dress + veil: PH - Fading Life @ Hallow Manor
Shoes: #EMPIRE - Nierembergia
Crown: Dreaming Thicket - Ladies' Crowns Gacha - Princess
Ring: (Yummy) Equinox Ring Collection
Anders
Skin: (Initial outfits) James - Skin
Head: Lelutka Skyler
Body: Belleza Jake
Hair: Modulus - Toby Hair
Coat: Hotdog - Bloodsucker tailcoat . Black @ Dark Style Fair
Trousers: Kauna - 2BN Trousers [LONG]: Black (M)
Pose: SVP I would never let you
Background/decor:
Synnergy//Trapped Souls Backdrop
[EvF] Copy Altar Spray Oval Desire v1
+Half-Deer+ Single Rose (tex. change)
.:UR:. Rose - Long Stem (full perm mesh)
Persefona Floating Rose Petals
Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me.
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe.
-The Beatles
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Shot with Canon 5Diii Body, Canon 16-35mm 2.8ii
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Also known as Doagh Holestone, this is the place to go to 'plight thy troth'. A Bronze Age pillar where lovers have for centuries come to declare their undying love. The woman puts her hand through the hole for her partner to grasp and the power of the stone binds their love until death. An alternative method (for those whose hands are too big?) is to pass a white handkerchief through the hole, from one partner to the other.
Precedence: First-ever LEGO diorama of the full Taj Mahal complex
Parts: 17,600+ (~550 unique)
Scale: 1:650
Dimensions: 21in x 43in (53cm x 108cm)
Design Time: 120+ hours in 14 days
Build Time: 75+ hours in 8 days
PC: Eric Clarke
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It is often said that from the darkness of the greatest tragedies, far greater triumphs may come to light. Perhaps nowhere else on Earth has this proverb materialized more profoundly than in the tragic death of Mumtaz Mahal rousing a grief-stricken Shah Jahan to commemorate his undying devotion to his late wife in a mausoleum and garden complex matched only in beauty and splendor by the radiant visage of the empress herself. The Taj Mahal is the physical manifestation of this transcendent love and is indisputably one of the finest examples of Mughal and Islamic architecture in South Asia – to say nothing of its level of instant recognizability as an icon of India the world over.
Taj Mahal was commissioned in 1632 and was built along the southern bank of the River Yamuna over the course of twenty years. It is said that its construction enlisted a workforce of no fewer than 22,000 laborers, some 1,000 elephants, and numerous skilled craftsmen from across Asia and Europe. The central white marble mausoleum – with its signature iwan and pishtaqs (vaulted rectangular opening and arch-shaped portals, respectively, of Indo-Islamic architecture) and iconic amrud (guava-shaped) dome – is the primary feature of the Taj Mahal and the axial center of the prevailing bilateral symmetry. Unbeknownst to most casual observers, however, the mausoleum is just one small aspect of a much larger, 42-acre complex. The broader compound is built mostly of red sandstone and consists of a tripartite layout; a forecourt with servants' quarters and royal tombs amidst a quadrangle before the Darwaza-I Rauza (main gate); a central Mughal Garden known as a Charbagh; and finally, the platform with an identical mosque and guesthouse on either side of the marble mausoleum.
If one thing is for certain, it is that the mausoleum at Taj Mahal has a rather ubiquitous status when it comes to LEGO representations. For myself, inspiration goes hand-in-hand with intrinsic motivation. As a result, I always need to find my own reasons for taking the time to design and build projects of this scale. In recent years, my work has taken on much more of a heritage-first outlook, in which I seek to highlight particular landmarks or landscapes that may be at risk due to any number of factors. Taj Mahal first came across my radar when I learned that much of the sandstone and marble structures are in constant need of repair, requiring a full-time restoration team mostly made up of the descendants of the original builders. In addition, environmental factors such as pollution and acid rain have weathered many of the ornamental details more quickly than usual. Meanwhile, the river Yamuna bursts its banks more frequently than it has in the past several centuries, raising concerns over the stability of the riverside platform foundations. While this is likely the first-ever LEGO diorama of the entire complex, I think the more relevant superlatives going forward will be those aforementioned facts. Whenever this piece is exhibited, it will always be presented alongside infographics which celebrate the story of triumph out of tribulation behind the realization of this masterpiece of Mughal architecture, including biographies of Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal. Just as well, it will always remain important to cite the very clear and present concerns over the site's long-term preservation, and the vital daily roles that those descendants of the original builders play in accomplishing that goal.