BETWEEN LAUGHING AND CRYING | Curated by: LitterART
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This Girl cries after reading some Letter
The letter is in the form of scroll -
Anyhow, she might have got bad news from her husband/partner
"Time can bring you down.
Time can bend your knees.
Time can break your heart.
Have you begging please...
Begging please..."
Taken @ Clef des Champs
24-70 2.8. I did not drop it or knock it, I have no idea how it happen, however I did take a selfie of myself,,
I took this shot at Beaulieu on a rainy day. This heart was hanging on the love-lock tree.
Posted for Bench Monday
“...you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.” ― Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning
“My tears of joy
hear the raindrops crying,
as the rain never wants to pour
down on my cloudy days
when I make
our love-dreams
for the sun to dream
only for you...."
(From the poem "Only For You" By Munia Khan)
~ Munia Khan
Last spring on my rural NC property, a feral cat abandoned her three babies when they were four months old, viciously chasing them away. I became their caretaker. They would hide in the bushes while I left food and wouldn’t begin eating until I was a few feet away. Gradually, they let me draw closer.
The female baby was the most traumatized and would sometimes cry and howl for her mother, then run through the woods looking for her. I named the little girl Cali.
This is a photo of Cali at six months old, still crying for mommy, as brother Mini watches over her. I tried to comfort her with soothing talk as I took the picture and then fed her a bowl of milk along with her favorite food.
A year has passed. I now feed the three youngsters on my front porch and recently they’ve begun letting me pet them. But they’re still wild animals and are afraid to enter my house.
Several weeks ago, Cali gave birth in the forest to four babies. A few days later she carried one in her mouth to place at my feet as an introduction. Within a month, she’d moved them onto my porch where there are plenty of places seek shelter.
Cali nurses her children in front of me and then sits with me on the steps as I pet her and the babies watch. It’s very clear she wants the babies to bond with me because she knows how I’ll treat them.
Cali is far more affectionate with the tiny kittens than her mother had been. She learned about kindness from being with me and is now passing it forward. I believe her children will continue the new tradition when the time comes.
"Sometimes, crying is the only way your eyes speak when your mouth can't explain how broken your heart is."
Quote - unknown
Street art found in Tokyo( Japan) And as it just happened, a car drove into my photo ;-))
HWW everyone!!
Granite sculpture of the first U.S. President George Washington at Mount Rushmore National Monument.
マウントラッシュモア国立モニュメント(サウスダコタ州)
When your baby leaves you all alone
And nobody calls you on the phone
Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?
Well, here I am, my honey
C'mon, cry to me
When you're all alone in your lonely room
And there's nothing but the smell of her perfume
Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?
C'mon, c'mon, cry to me
Whoa, nothing can be sadder than a glass of wine alone
Loneliness, loneliness, such a waste of time, whoa yeah
You don't ever have walk alone, you see
Come take my hand, and baby, won't you walk with me?
Whoa yeah
I was rambling inside the old British residency at Lucknow. I noticed that the guy was crying ( I don't know why) and his fiancée was trying to console him.
Old houses remember those who used to live in them. I can hear this house crying over them. I am not exaggerating
I will never forget the wonderful days I spent in old houses like the one in the photo above. They ARE very warm and loving.
General Philip Sheridan before the 1875 Texas Legislature about the buffalo hunters..."These men have done in the last two years, and will do more in the next year, to settle the vexed Indian question, than the entire regular army has done in the last thirty years. They are destroying the Indian's commissary; if you will; but, for the sake of a lasting peace, let them kill, skin, and sell until the buffaloes are exterminated. Then your prairies can be covered with speckled cattle, and the festive cowboy, who follows the hunter as a second forerunner of an advanced civilization."