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“I’ll always be there for you… for now and forever.”
It was a promise of naïve hearts in the land of rainbows. The promise was insignificant in its content but magnanimous in tenderness. Every word was truly meant by both soul-mates. Rainbows sweared as witnesses. The spring gale sang for the occasion with occasional chorus of the misty rain. Forever did not seem like enough time as hearts skipped random beats and time flew faster than fast.
Then… it all came to a screeching halt. The wind song became a squall and rainbows faded into despondent dark clouds. As summer rolled in, parting became inevitable. There were no choices; She had to leave. He did not know how to let her go but he eventually did. Water flows, so do people. She spread her wings and flew away to a land he had never seen nor heard of; So did his innocence. Nothing mattered anymore… except, his own words uttered on a crazy moonlit evening in the land of rainbows.
“I’ll always be there for you… for now and forever.”
Now, when surviving a moment was excruciating for him, forever seemed like a cruel joke. Her glory and beauty remained caged in his pain and as days passed by, the pain felt increasingly rewarding. Conceding to her absence was a crude way of acknowledging her presence within his entire being. Standing at the edge of his hollow world, he leaned against the wind one day and whispered for her…
“I’ll always be here... for you… for now and forever.”
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"Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear, “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the f*ck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this sh*t, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince, no
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear, “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
We turn up, mobbin’ 'til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy f*ckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, if they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together)
Fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy)
If we was to sever
You know?
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich
You know?
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear, “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I've never lied
For you, I'd take a life
It's him and I, and I swear (ayy)
'Til the end I'm-ma ride wit' you
Mob and get money, get high wit' you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’m-ma die wit' you, yeah
by Halsey
You look just like him...
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The wonderful du-hast from DoA made me this absolutely incredible coat a while ago. I waited till today hoping that it might properly snow here in my part of Germany but...nope.
So I said to myself "well, fuck this" and finally took a picture of Schwarz in this marvelous piece of fabric.
Schwarz comes from the cold city in the north, Ravostok, which is pretty much like their own Russia.
For the longest I wanted to get him such a coat, inspired by the look of some russian kaftans, of course in black, with fur and gold.
I had the design for the most part ready but something was missing, then I found Fyodor Pavlov's wonderful photos and I was able to finish the design (with a few tweaks, like Schwarz' coat has longer arms and the coat is overall longer).
Here's Fyodor's coat, please give him all his love because he's a fantastic artist:
fyodorpavlov.tumblr.com/post/63744637455
The title is by the way from Anastasia's "Once upon a December", it's one of the songs that make me think of him.
The quote is a hint towards the first owner of this coat: Schwarz' father.
I will make a few photos about that later BD
Ara
Herr Schwarz - Iplehouse Arvid
coat made by du-hast @ Den of Angels
TUMBLR LINK:
fuckinghardhat.tumblr.com/post/76880009754/far-away-long-...
Please reblog instead of reposting, thank you > A<;
What If I Am Father?
Comedian W.C. Fields was reading the Bible one afternoon when a friend asked him what he was doing. The actor responded wryly, “Looking for loopholes.”
Somewhere within the intended humor of this statement probably lies a revealing glimpse of our often-ironic approach to God. That is, if God is real, there is something irrational about thinking in terms of an entity that can be manipulated; if there is such a thing as truth, there is something ridiculous about defining it to suit ourselves. But we do this regularly.
Author A.J. Jacobs always assumed that religion “would just wither away and we’d live in a neo-Enlightenment world.”(1) When this did not happen, he figured he should examine whether he was missing something essential to being a human or whether half the human population was simply deluded by the existence of God. So he decided to follow literally every command in the Bible for a year—including not trimming his beard and making tassels on the corners of his garments. In his book A Year of Living Biblically, he describes his experiment, which he admits held a bit of irreverence. In the end, nonetheless, he draws the conclusion, “I now believe that whether or not there’s a God, there is such a thing as sacredness.”(2)
Many, including Jacobs, point out the irony of his experiment—namely, deciding to follow the Bible literally is hardly the same thing as deciding to follow God. Yet the popular approach to theological inquiry is not much different and is often equally suited to our own interests, the difference perhaps being that we rarely point out our own incongruous thinking. Truth is comfortably understood in terms of preference, and God is readily comprehended as one who must prepare a defense for our own thunderous line of questioning, even as we question this God’s very existence. Somehow we have arrived at a state of mind where we can live in anger with God for existing, where we can each choose our own brand of reasoning and be frustrated with life for being unreasonable—and see none of the contradictions in our words. Or else we simply choose to overlook them—along with the desperate love of the one crouched at our feet.
The prophet Malachi screamed of crisis during a time when people were asleep to their own incongruous thoughts. Malachi’s message came at the end of a thousand year period of God’s revelation to the people of Israel. The next voice to be heard centuries later was that of John the Baptist preparing the way for the Messiah. Yet historically, the people of Malachi’s day were standing in a period of almost eerie stillness. There was no looming threat to be addressed, no extraordinary prospering to be consumed by, no real reason to be moved by much of anything. Whether for lack of excitement or for excess of ease, the hearts of the people had grown cold and weary. Their worship was tired. Their complaints had no end. It was Malachi who pointedly voiced the irrationality of their half-hearted approach to God, the sheer irony of finding the almighty God wearisome.
Through Malachi, we hear a series of distinctive questions and answers in a dialogical fashion, and we get an eye-opening glimpse of the often-cynical, often-illogical cries of humanity in light of the cries of a Father’s heart in response to his children.
The opening lines of the closing book read powerfully, “I have loved you, says the Lord. Yet you say, ‘In what way have you loved us?’… A son honors his father, and a servant his master. But if I am a father, where is the honor due me? If I am a master, where is the respect due me?”(3) The inquiry is both direct and personal, referencing a great story of pursuit and belonging, embrace and subtle or not-so-subtle rejection. If I am Father, why am I the one being questioned? While you have grown cold and weary, I have loved you. Yet you ask, “In what way?”
In these words, in the midst of whatever inconsistency we may or may not see in ourselves, I believe a loving Father still beckons. This declaration of love, which could easily be spoken in anger, voiced as one taking back the words and years of care, is not spoken in terms of retreat. On the contrary, spoken in perfect tense, the phrase “I have loved you” signals past actions, but present implications. The immense history of God’s pursuit and care is indeed called to mind, but the sentiment remains unscathed, present and active. It is as if God is saying through a crippling lament that remembers every costly act on our behalf, and yet still hopes to assure: You don’t know what you’re saying or doing. I have loved you. I have loved you. I have loved you.
Similar words would be spoken even closer centuries later as God stood among humanity as one of us. “And when they came to the place called the Skull, there they crucified him, along with the criminals—one on his right, the other on his left. But Jesus said, ‘Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.'”(4)
What if God is dissatisfied by empty worship, not out of greed or arrogance or self-preoccupation, but because God’s love is so far from empty itself? What if God is grieved by barren, distant images of abstract religion, not out of legalism or fastidiousness, but because God lives so much nearer than we know? What if God laments our self-consumed inquiries as to divine love and character simply because the statement is far truer than we have imagined: “‘I have loved you,’ says the Lord.”
How do we respond to this love? For one, there is really no need for loopholes. And if we will remember the immense demonstration of this love in history, there is also no reason to ask “in what way?”
Jill Carattini is managing editor at Ravi Zacharias International Ministries in Atlanta, Georgia.
My friend Tootdood (some people call him Mike!) said I could draw him, so I did - twice!!
Here's one pic and Here's the other!! One is in my watercolour pencils, the other is the charcoal! Totally undecided as to which medium I enjoy most! I'm not making excuses, but I'm not sure they photograph well - the charcoal looks blended better in real life than in the photo, honest!!
Another from yesterday. I tried to get him to sit on the Panton chair but he slid off and headed to the kitchen for food (cheerios).
It's Friday tomorrow isn't it? thank goodness for that, oh, and it's Mother's day.... best buy myself a gift. I'm thinking leather, I'm thinking shoes and I'm thinking a bag to match and when I say match I don't mean 'match' just that they're leather so they 'match'.
This wasp was flying around the house this past week. Then he would disappear. Happy to find him done for the season.
For 52 in 2017 scary/eerie
For ATSH six word story.
I'm possibly a little biased with this shout out ; ) however, junghwan1991 has been a good customer of mine for a while now, but he only just recently showed me what he has been creating with my custom sets all this time, as he was a little reluctant to post to Flickr.
Man! he should have started to post pics sooner as he clearly has an eye for creating awesome looking customs.
I always loved the way that someone like Chris (McLovin) made something new out of a set that was designed to be a specific charcter and it seems that Junghwan uses the parts he buy's in a similar way (also see his "Future Operator" made using a Brick Affliction set, paired with some of Leo's Dead Space parts: www.flickr.com/photos/132395904@N05/34256117366/in/datepo...
Great to see another awsome customer in the community, give him a follow!
I met him once and I have been to Bandorban once too ! And I love both of them.
We all heard of the movie Charlie and the Chocolate factory ! Well he is the charlie and Bandorban is the chocolate factory and we
are the children who won the golden tickets :)
Serenity is to keep oneself so to speak above the clouds, in the calm and coolness of emptiness and far from all the dissonances of this lower world; it is never to allow the soul to immerse itself in impasses of disturbances, bitterness, or secret revolt, for it is necessary to beware of implicitly accusing Being when accusing some phenomenon.
Serenity is resignation, at once intellectual and moral, to the nature of things: it is patience in relation to All-Possibility insofar as the latter requires, by its very limitlessness, the existence of negative possibilities, those that deny Being and the qualities manifesting It.
Serenity consists in resigning oneself to that destiny, at once unique and permanent, which is the present moment: to this itinerant “now” that no one can avoid and that in its substance pertains to the Eternal.
The man who is conscious of the nature of pure Being willingly remains in the moment that Heaven has assigned him; he is not feverishly straining towards the future nor lovingly or sadly bent over the past. The pure present is the moment of the Absolute: it is now — neither yesterday nor tomorrow — that we stand before God.
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excerpts from Roots of the Human Condition by Frithjof Schuon
explored thanks everybody!!!!!
ciao, questi sono tarpuro e tarpura....vi domanderete da cosa derivi il nome.....secondo la casa produttrice sono canguri, ma a me paiono tarponi......tarpuro l'ho trovato nell'uovo di Pasqua tre anni fa e tarpura l'ho cercata in lungo e in largo finchè non l'ho trovata su ebay. ebbene si, c'ho la botta, e nemmeno po'o!
hello everybody, in this pic you can see Tarpuro and Tarpura. According to the producers they are cangoo ( in italian Canguro ), but actually they look like rats ( in my hometown Tarponi) that's how I decided to call Tarpuro ( he ) and Tarpura ( she ). I found Tarpuro in an Easter egg and since he was quite ugly I kept him with me, nobody else wanted him. I looked for another one everywhere till I found Tarpura on ebay. Now they are not alone any longer.
you may think I'm crazy....to tell you the truth I think normality is overrated!
thanks everybody for explore!!!
Photo from the Michael Riedl collection, scan kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
ca. March 1988
G-BEAL "Loch Moy"
Lockheed L-1011-385-1 TriStar 50
193N-1145
Caledonian Airways
G-BEAL certainly had visited Riem before with British Airways or British Airtours, but I have no records so far.
Information from airhistory.net - thanks to Kerry Taylor:
Delivered new to British Airways on 16 Dec 1976. Transferred to British Airtours 03 Apr 1983. Returned to BA 18 Mar 1984 and converted to a model 50. Back to British Airtours 01 May 1987. To Caledonian Airways by 14 Apr 1988. To Air Ops as SE-DPM 29 May 1994. Back to Caledonian Airways as G-CEAP 21 May 1996. Reregistered to G-IOIT and ferried to Stansted for Classic Airways on 13 Apr 1998 but not taken up. Sat at Stansted stored until it was broken up in Jan 2018.
Registration details for this airframe:
rzjets.net/aircraft/?reg=14379
G-BEAL with British Airways at LHR in July 1978 (Negus colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/pslg05896/7362492382
G-BEAL with British Airways at LHR ca. early 1980s (Negus colours, large British titles):
www.flickr.com/photos/l8rmt/53700898860
G-BEAL with British Airtours at LGW in October 1983 (Negus colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/167887025@N05/51974828163
G-BEAL with British Airtours at SZG in January 1988 (Landor colours):
www.airhistory.net/photo/658409/G-BEAL
G-BEAL with British Airways at LGW in May 1989 (Landor colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/pslg05896/7090572447
G-BEAL with Caldonian at PMI in August 1993 (no tail logo):
www.airhistory.net/photo/364704/G-BEAL
This airframe as SE-DPM with Air Ops at LGW in July 1994 (basic Caledonian colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/105925977@N03/31454480692
SE-DPM with Air Ops at ATH in July 1995 (full colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/22331715@N06/52594092955
This airframe as G-CEAP with Air Ops at GLA in 1996 (Atlanta Airways titles):
www.flickr.com/photos/gerrymcl/27067960577
G-CEAP with Air Ops at LGW in August 1996 (International Airways titles):
www.flickr.com/photos/146301829@N08/33143080720
G-CEAP with Caledonian at LGW in March 1997 (basic Air Ops colours, no tail logo):
www.flickr.com/photos/pslg05896/24245607482
G-CEAP with Caledonian at PMI in August 1997 (basic Air Ops colours, tail logo):
www.airhistory.net/photo/633698/G-CEAP
This airframe as G-IOIT / G-CEAP stored at STN in March 2015:
www.flickr.com/photos/96219572@N07/16867145726
Scan from slide (unknown brand).
Yay!! It's Friday! I have a super busy day today but I'll be back to catch up with all of you tonight :)
The last Mortal Kombat character I've made was on my previous account, the next character was going to be Goro, but I decided to go one step further and make the main antagonist of the series, Shao Kahn. Like with Scorpion I combined designs from multiple versions of him, which I think turned out great, originally I was going to combine a sculpted part for his mask on his helmet, but that proved to be way to hard for me, so it's just printed on his face, also I love that hammer for him. I think overall he looks awesome, and I'm hoping to make more characters from this game.
“This is for the birds! Oh wait – I AM a bird!”
The challenge:
A photograph can be technically perfect, and have a great composition – that’s already hard enough to achieve sometimes! But for me, a photograph really stands out if it touches me. If it conveys a feeling, or stirs an emotion within. A really great image is one that evokes a mood and pulls the viewer into the scene. That’s what this week’s challenge is about: capturing emotion and feeling.
My process:
This is not the image I thought I was going to take this week. I started off the week thinking I would need to make a difficult and heartrending decision. The rainy weather forecast looked like it would match my mood and I planned to see what I could capture during a downpour. As it turned out, the sun appeared during a break in the clouds at about the same time I got the news that all my worry was for naught. In an effort to calm my frayed nerves, I turned to my camera and started taking photos of birds in my back yard.
I take a LOT of photos of birds – thousands upon thousands of photos often of the same exact birds. Sometimes I question my sanity, but the reason is because I’m hoping to capture the rare instance when a bird seems to express an emotion that we humans can identify with. I’m pretty sure we anthropomorphize the emotions, but we identify with them nonetheless.
Grackles seem to be particularly expressive – maybe because of their bright yellow eyes. This particular grackle has a bum leg that he never puts weight on, but the wind was making it particularly challenging for him to stay upright while perching on the post. He was using his tail as a rudder and he looks like he’s had just about enough! (We’ve all had those days buddy.)
The lighting helped to further enhance the mood of the photo as well. There was a small shaft of sunlight on the bird, but the background was in shade and was especially dark because of dark clouds overhead. The sun highlighted the iridescent colors in the wings and lightened the overall dark colors of the bird to help differentiate it from the dark background.
Lesson learned:
As you probably know, I strive hard to capture technically perfect images. However I am slowly learning (as Maaike said in her opening paragraph) that even though an image might be technically perfect, if it’s void of emotion the technical perfection doesn’t make up for that. Conversely, an image with emotional impact can make technical imperfections almost irrelevant. Perhaps this is because emotions connect us to the deepest parts of ourselves. Technical perfection is about what the eyes see; emotion is about what the heart feels – and it is entirely possible for our eyes to overlook something that our heart feels strongly about.
"Ugly and futile: lean neck and tangled hair and a stain of ink, a snail’s bed. Yet someone had loved him, borne him in her arms and in her heart. But for her the race of the world would have trampled him underfoot, a squashed boneless snail. She had loved his weak watery blood drained from her own. Was that then real? The only true thing in life? His mother’s prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode. She was no more: the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in the fire, an odour of rosewood and wetted ashes. She had saved him from being trampled underfoot and had gone, scarcely having been. A poor soul gone to heaven: and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of rapine in his fur, with merciless bright eyes scraped in the earth, listened, scraped up the earth, listened, scraped and scraped."
Ulysses (that 'Good News'), Chapter 2: 'Nestor', P. 28, The 1922 Text
The word 'Foot' appears 139 times in Ulysses. 'Feet' appears 86 times. 'Terra Firma' is conspicuous by its absence. Call it 'the Diaspora', call it 'the Wild Geese', call it 'Exile', call it 'Footfalls'. It's the same difference.
"a trio of barbels from his megageg chin (sowman's son), the wrong shoulder higher than the right, all ears, an artificial tongue with a natural curl, not a foot to stand on, a handful of thumbs, a blind stomach, a deaf heart, a loose liver, two fifths of two buttocks, one gleetsteen avoirdupoider for him, a manroot of all evil"
'Finnegans Wake', P.230
The dove came to him toward evening, and behold, in her beak was a freshly picked olive leaf. So Noah knew that the water was abated from the earth.