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Hand embroidery on microfiche. From a vintage embroidery design from McCalls. One of a series of four works on fiche.
my son get boring and start crying while shooting
I think every body reach to this point during shooting kids
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For Clarrisa
My newest custom girl for Clarrisa.
Her inspiration was Mei's crying scene from My Neighbor Totoro. She was a hashed Heather Sky??
I gave her some scuffs and light eyebrows. She also has some scuffs and a bruise on her backplate. She looks a bit scared/freaked out as well as sad. My story is she fell off a bike. No one abused her! I swear!
She has teal hair, I just threw on my PuPe scalp for the pics.
I woke up crying, I cried in the middle of the day and I cried during this. I want to curl into a ball and stay there and cry for awhile. I miss my best friend. Days like today are the worst. This might be one of the worst ones since her accident.
Ringdoll Mona on Zaoll body with CP Delf hands -- Finally got a Ringdoll Mona head to be Kimi's extra/alternate head!
OMG I'm sorry this is so weird!
And it's another sp...with shadow play.
But I was just sitting in the computer room yesterday and the light kept getting in my eye through the cracks in the blinds so I got an idea :)
I'm so overloaded with homework/college stuff this weekend. FML. D:
Stuck in my head: Rainbow Veins ~ Owl City
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Little boy who has a cute crying face.
This image was captured when I visiting Nusa Penida, Bali.
Please do not use this picture for any kind of media for any objectives without my expressed permission.
This LO is a just for fun one - the irony is my printer decided the journaling block I tried to print to fill in that blank spot on the left page wasn't actually needed. I will defeat it In the meantime I hope you enjoy this...
Cardstock - Prism
PP - MME from a class I had at Retreat
Young leopard cub crying for it's mother which is just lying under the tree. Wildlife shot in Botswana. See more of my pix at www.ruedis.ch
Two Years-
For the first time, I can write about my past.
Two years have nearly passed since I almost took my own life.
So there it is. Two years ago I almost killed myself.
I almost took my last step on this earth.
I almost….
I almost took my own life.
I could sugar coat this for people, make it more than it is.
Make a story up, exaggerate some details.
But no.
I almost took my life.
Simple as that.
Why?
The reasons seem so strange now.
Depression overcame me. Made me despise every person I met.
Gave me a complex of…. why me?
Why do bad things happen to me?
I am a nice person. I do good things.
Gave me a complex that I don’t deserve what I got.
Maybe I did.
Because I sure as hell know that I wouldn’t feel sympathy for me.
As much as I would love to believe doing good things….
Gets you good things in return.
That’s just not how life works.
Real life doing good things has no payment in return.
And if your looking for payment for your nice actions, than are they truly nice?
Two years ago I thought about Killing myself.
One night I sat alone in my room.
I just got done scratching my arm.
To see if pain could make me feel something.
It didn’t.
Two years ago I almost killed myself.
I almost grabbed a knife and plunged it into my arm.
Two years ago I almost made my biggest mistake.
And shit I’ll say it, I’m glad I almost killed myself.
Made me open my eyes.
Made me see how pain I could cause.
Two years ago I almost destroyed my family.
What still gets me to this day is seeing how much I hurt my family.
How much pain it caused them to see me in such a state.
Two years ago I learned my biggest lesson.
That this life isn’t meant for me alone. I’ve made my mark, whether it’s with some people I’ve befriended. Or my family.
I’ve made my mark.
I’ve dreamed my whole life to make a mark on this world.
Little did I know I had it already marked down.
Two years ago I almost took my own life.
Two years later I’m so fucking happy to be alive.
Two years later I touch the grass and feel each grain of grass through my feet.
And think.
I’m so happy to be alive.
I’ve never felt better in my life.
Depression…. well I hate it. But I also love it.
Because without that little depressing cloud over my head.
I wouldn’t realize how much love I have in my life.
Two years ago I obsessed over the wrong girl.
Two years ago I let a woman I barely knew decide my lifely hood.
Two years ago I let someone hurt me.
Two years later. I still get hurt by people I hardly know.
Why is there affection so infectious to me?
Shit I guess in two years you don’t learn everything.
Two years ago I loved to hurt the person I should love the most.
Two years later, I still feel the need to be in pain.
I guess some things haven’t changed.
I feel guilty being happy. When others are not.
But fuck that.
I dream of making every person happy.
But two years ago I learned that I couldn’t even make myself happy.
Two years ago I learned that I have a purpose in this world.
Thank you. To everyone for sticking with me through….
Through all of this.
Thank you.
Thank you Mom.
Thank you John.
Thank you Jimmy.
Thank you Jacob.
Thank you Grandma, thank you Grandpa.
Thank you.
Two years ago I almost killed myself.
Two years ago I almost made my biggest mistake.
Two years later, I’m the happiest motherfucker.
Two years ago I almost killed myself.
Two years ago.