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Sailor Moon: *sobs* I want my Tuxedo Mask!!! Why isn't he here!!! Booooohooooo *sobs*
well - I'm just not doing enough with her!! -.-
If indeed you must be candid, be candid beautifully...
"When the child was a child, it walked with his arms swinging.
It wanted the stream to be a river, the river a torrent, and this puddle to be a sea.
When the child was a child, it didn't know it was a child.
Everything was full of life, and all life was one.
When the child was a child, it had no opinions about anything. It had no habits.
It sat cross-legged, took off running, had a cowlick in his hair, and didn't make a picture when photographed.
When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin and where does space ends?
Isn't life under the sun just a dream? Isn't what I see, hear and smell only the illusion of a world before the world?
Does evil actually exist? And are there people who are really evil?
How can it be that I, who am I, didn't exist before I came to be?
And that someday the one who I am will no longer be the me I am?
When the child was a child, apples and bread were enough for it, and it is still that way.
When the child was a child, berries fell into its hands as only berries do, and they still do.
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw, and they still do now.
On every mountain top, it had a longing for a yet higher mountain, and in every city it had a longing for a yet bigger city. And it is still that way.
It reached for cherries in the treetop with the elation it still feels today. It was shy with all strangers, and it still is.
It awaited the first snow, and it is still this way.
When the child was a child, it threw a stick into a tree like a lance.
And it still quivers there today."
"Lied Vom Kindsein" — Peter Handke.
Zeiss 24mm f1.8. I had the chance to go outside annd shoot some stuff that caught my eye. I did't need to go far, just the front yard! Went down and low and found some interesting subjects to capture.
This sign is beside a church entrance; I wasn't able to find the crying room nor to figure out what it could be.
You say your life's like riding on a fast train
It's easy to see far away
But right up close it's just a blurry haze
Flyin' by from day to day.
. . . Who's gonna fry those cryin' eyes?
Neil Young
Kashmiri woman cries near a body of Fayaz Ahmad 9unseen) during his funeral preparations in Srinagar on September 18, 2010. Fayaz was injured during an anti-India protest on September 14 and succumbed to his injuries in a hospital. Police fired on fresh anti-India demonstrations in Kashmir on Saturday, killing three protesters and bringing the number of civilian deaths in an unprecedented wave of unrest to 102. The new deaths came as thousands of Kashmiris poured on to the streets shouting "Go back India" and "We want freedom" as New Delhi grappled to find ways to end the escalating pro-independence demonstrations. Women and children joined young men staging protests, defying curfews imposed across the mainly Muslim region to contain the spiralling unrest
KTO Theatre premiere. Performance based on "Blindness", novel written Jose Saramango, main square, Cracow, Poland
Premiera teatru KTO. Spektakl oparty o powieść "Miasto ślepców" Jose Saramango, rynek główny, Kraków, Polska
the yellow daisy was the last flower poking out from under the ice in our garden Crying for help to be freed from a frozen crave
ad un concerto non mi ricordo per quale arcano motivo la sorella scoppia a ridere...questa foto è stata catturata di nascosto mentre rideva
Camper spent much of the day screaming at me. He wasn't happy unless I was holding him in a very particular manner AND walking around.
Stopping to sit meant getting an earful of a piercing scream that could peel wallpaper.
I finally took Nikki's advice and put him upstairs in his crib and closed the door. 15 minutes later he was asleep.
15 minutes later he was screaming again. I ran up to see what was going on and found Liam standing next to the crib.
I asked him why Camper was crying, and Liam said, 'I took his pacifier.'
This represents depression and sadness. My film will be depressing because it is basically following a teenage boy through a really sad stage at his life.
Such patient brothers. I'll have to have retakes sometime...she wasn't a happy camper, but her dress turned out so stinking cute!