fun_fattal photos on Flickr

Myra made up this Starboard quilt and matching pillows using my pattern from 75 Fun Fat Quarter Quilts!!! I just love it Myra!! Thanks so much for sharing ;)

DSCF6402 by Rainsoul

1

graffiti marker by ebay_blog80

3 1

DSC_0653 by eric molina

Jason and His Wife With Blue Angels #7 by Jason of MzeroA

Jason and His Wife With Blue Angels #7

Day 29: The Aftermath of the Sting by Mandy G

I had good intentions of doing a fun Fat Tuesday photo with boobs & beads & such. But, something stung me & I had to take Benedryl (my arm & hand really started to swell). Needless to say, I was asleep less than an hour later & my favorite boy reminded me to "take your picture". This was all I had the energy to do. I didn't even manage to turn on a light. Bah.

Haunted By Demons (self-portrait) by ted_d_bear76

1 10

**Before commenting, know that I really am a happy person overall.I just wanted the poem to capture the mood of the picture.**

Demons

Restless sleep

Figures from past and present

Haunt my dreams

Previous actions

Humiliations

Fear

Stalk me to the core.

My souls runs

As the specters tear at my eyes

Trying to blind me to the future yet unseen

My biggest fear.

People I’ve hurt,

Live to hurt me as I hurt them

People I loved

Now become shapeless forms

Or bipeds with no face

No wall stops them

No pleas will slow them.

Vengeance is all they live for

They want blood

My blood

They don’t want to kill me.

No, my soul is already dead

They want to take me apart

Piece by piece

So I can hear my own blood curdling screams.

I have asked for forgiveness

Of those I hurt

And granted forgiveness

Of those who hurt me

But that doesn’t matter here.

Not in this realm.

This foul place

Where darkness rules and

Where the powers of the night

Hide the light from my soul

Keep me from ever knowing peace

I have never forgiven myself

I’ve never let it go.

So now

These skeletons

Not of my closet

But of my dreams

Pounce on every opportunity

To destroy my last vestiges

Of humanity I have left.

Awake I eat to forget

While at night they eat me alive

Crumb by delicious crumb

Until one day they devour

Everything I am

Everything I have left to offer.

Then only the rage

The hate

And fury

Will control who I am

And the person I was once

Will only be a distant memory

No longer having a place

In this corrupted vessel

A mockery of a human body

My spirit’s light now out.

A White Chasseral by Patrick Strahm

1

The Chasseral looked like a fun fat-bike playground.

strand2 by MopTheKid

3 1

P1080723 - Alone Again by ted_d_bear76

2 10

One day, there was a boy who was very upset. You see, this boy had been told by the people he cared about (and whom he thought cared about them) that he was no longer allowed to talk about things that were important to him. Things that made him feel good, things that he thought were worth expressing.

He was told he couldn’t express these things because it made those around him uncomfortable. Some tried to say, “Just keep it to yourself, some things are better left unsaid”.

Some tried to say, “Never reveal everything about you; people don’t want to know it, and some will even try to use it against you”.

Others said, “These are things that its okay to talk about every once in a while. Why can’t we just have small talk? Hey, you catch that movie over the weekend?”

They would deride him when he complained, saying “You aren’t sensitive to other people’s feelings. How good of a friend are you when you can’t do what they ask of you?”

This all hurt the little boy very much. He had so much on his heart he wanted to share, but now people were always teasing him, criticizing him, and making him feel small. He didn’t feel normal. After all, only normal people did what everyone asked of them. Only normal people didn’t talk about their personal feelings. His heart was very sad and heavy. He didn’t just feel like a total loser, he felt ashamed of who he was.

He openly wondered if there was ever a place for him in a world that didn’t want to hear from him. A world that only cared about his surface feelings, but only reflected apathy towards his inner, more important, feelings. He felt very alone in this world. He even wondered if he was the only person who had a soul! He reasoned, “I can only be the one because I’m the only one who seems to be able to love this deep, and hurt even deeper.”

The hurt began to manifest itself in different ways. One day he began to have sharp headaches and tummy pains. “An ulcer” is what the doctor said, along with hypertension. “This isn’t normal for a boy your age,” said the doctor, adding, “you just need to talk to someone.”

“Easy for the doctor to say,” the kid thought. “The people who I’d really like to talk to treat me like I don’t exist anyways.”

So, when the boy got home, his headaches started acting up. So he took a Tylenol, then another, and another. The little boy hoped he would never wake up again.

268.365 Stitched pano by Ferdi G

2

Every since i picked up this new sigma i've been obsessed with bokeh. i love have a single point in a photo an just being in sharp sharp focus an having every thing in the background just thrown out of foucs. unfortunately i dont think stitching works to well on such a short focal length. none the less i still love shooting a wider field of veiw an still be able to throw things out of focus!

Facebook | Tumblr | Website

Thinking Of You (self-portrait) by ted_d_bear76

1 7

I did these because I don't like the way I look, but have to start trying. Here is a poem I wrote a long time ago to go with the picture...

---

My Life With You

My years I’ve spent with you

I’ve known no greater happiness

Sadness

Joy

And pain.

I’ve seen things I could only imagine,

Experienced love on a scale

I’ve never known.

A love, that,

Compared to any other love,

Is like comparing a monsoon

To an April shower.

Comparing the warmth of the sun,

To a light bulb.

The warmth

Is life giving and deep,

Not just enough to create shadows.

If I had to do this,

This whole crazy thing,

All over again,

I’d do it in a heartbeat.

I would go through

And feel,

Every bit of the pain,

The hurt,

Anger,

And feelings of betrayal,

Even the uncertainty,

If it meant spending more time with you.

I took this ring from you

For a reason.

A reason

That matters still.

A reason that has never changed.

I love you.

I wish I was a kid again by A. Matheny

5

Baby brother, the lady lover.

Vintage Sheet Swap by Coffee Shop

2

Look at all of these fun fat quarters from the vintage sheet swap. Thanks everyone. Thanks for organizing Katie.

Fat Alberts Cockpit by Jason of MzeroA

Fat Alberts Cockpit

DSC_0716 by eric molina

1

1016-01 by Yurii/士兵

3

As finishing having lunch with Remi, I went to the cheap shopping center in 101. A cotton pants are what I am looking for. Roots seems like the perfect place to go. To my satisfaction, there were lots of nice pants. Except for the price was not so friendly. So with no hesitation, I moved on to Esprit.

As I was trying the clothes, I was so shocked. In the mirror, there was a giant-tummy boy! Like those old fatty guys in the gym who always lifted super heavy bells. I cannot believe I was turning into one of them! Right at that moment, I know I had to take some action preventing my from turning into a beast. So here is my new "Monthly" resolution:

1. I have to quit all the sweet drinks, especially after working out.

2. 30-min jog every morning.

3. Building up my portfolio.(Nothing concerning my weight)

4. Be more active.(If the world is coming to an big finale, I have to leave something behind!)

szkic z parku by maria apoleika

1 4

FAT FUN by CawfeeBeen

1

Vector christmas card santa claus with a gift by Fedor Anisimov