I don't mean to hurt, just to put you first

I won't tell you lies (I'm sorry)

I will stand accused

With my hand on my heart

I'm just trying to say

Sum 41 - Best of Me

.......

Random Fact: There is nothing more astounding than the power of interpretation.

Lo siento, ya no sé qué estoy haciendo.

Please don't be mad! You're the only chick for me!

Theme Of The Week: Angles, Lines and Perspectives

Have you ever crossed the line? Have you ever taken something too far? Just about all of us have at some point or another...including me:

Have you ever crossed the line? Please tell me about it...

No animals were harmed in the taking of this photograph.

Overlooking Chesil Beach, Dorset, UK.

8 September, 2010

:-p

sorry seems to be the hardest word

Yesterday few people gathered and decided to photo shoot in the city and i had no idea what to do.. And after we walking so long i decided to make this picture. maybe out of the fun but trying to get better:)

So leave comment people... Looking forward to it :)

I paid 10 fucking dollars for these stupid wiener squeaky toys. Crush loved them, but they only lasted a couple of weeks before she'd torn them to bits. Honestly, though, it was kind of worth it. Wiener dog loves wieners.

Bitte verzeihe mir.

Es tut mir leid.

Ich liebe dich.

Danke.

Ho' oponopono Song

www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpCrV6bElzA&feature=related

Ho'oponopono - Heile dich selbst und heile die Welt

www.youtube.com/watch?v=icoa454l2nk&feature=related

Inspiration for the image, here:

My Favourite Time of Year (New Christmas Song 2011)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=H10f2w7T5CU

Our friend Rafia gave me a stuffed sheep, and Crush immediately adopted it. She doesn't tear it up or chew on it (except for the occasional, loving gnaw on one of the ears).

Instead, she snuggles it. Snuggling is its only purpose. Just when I thought she couldn't get any more freaking adorable, my dog adopted a pet sheep.

Looking at really good photography makes me want to quit my job and travel cross country to find an abandoned lush forest where some deer quietly munch shiny grass. I need to uproot everything I'm doing and go find fabulously divine-looking women in alleyways and smoke cigarettes with them. Afterwards, we stroll down to the ocean on bicycles wearing perfectly handmade orange-knitted skirts down to our skinny knees. I witness the waves roll in and roll out, breathe in and breathe out. A good photo makes the world look so bright and luxurious that I am going to explode with red, white and blue confetti; beauty streaming down my cheek in the form of tears. A good photo makes the sun look like it rose just for me, orange sherbet, just so the light trickles onto my lover's green eyes, so I can see his face first.

A good photo makes me think I'm doing everything wrong, that I need to never sleep and be a nomad, living off worn couches of people who make me coffee and lend me advice in the morning. I need to drop out of college, because it doesn't matter anyways, and I need to just live my days making bonfires near the blue lake, or bonfires in the middle of the forest, or bonfires in someones backyard (someone who owns a jacuzzi that we utilize during winter, so the steam rises like smoke) (someone who also has a quirky physical characteristic with piercing eyes and stunning wardrobe and godly hair).

Photography makes me feel that I need to see live bands every night, mixed with just the right concoction of whiskey, (which just happens to be a little too much), so I laugh and laugh and laugh with other people, and then we walk silently down the city streets and point to things and discuss.

A really good photo collection makes me want to redecorate my house. Tear down anything boring and angle things perfectly, so the composition is just right, so everywhere I look my eyes widen with pleasure. So my dog cocks his head in the middle of the doorway when I walk in the front. I need to wreck this house, leave- go find a comfy, wooden, spacious, well-lit house with friendly corridors and inviting couches, with dusty shelves with interesting books with colorful schemes.

Some photos make me want to find silence more often. Terrible, gut-wrenching enlightening SILENCE- to disappear to the top of a mountain, to the top of a ravine, top of a sand dune, top of a hill, top of a volcano, top of a tree, top of a building, to the middle of a forest, to the middle of a savannah, to the middle of nowhere. A nice photo bubbles euphoria out of my chest and dribbles down my pores. I think to myself, how glorious- I need to do this, I need to be in Hong Kong right now, in that weather. How glorious- I need to be there, I need to be in Luxembourg or Canada or that guys backyard or that party or that hill or smile like that. I need to I need to I need to, it all looks so beautiful. Some photos make me feel so sympathetic I swear I'm feeling empathetic. Some photos make me so sad I find my own gut-wrenching silence in my chair.

Some photography makes me lust for red gloves in a white snow storm just for the contrast. I need longer scarves and high boots and stronger coffee and a way to get everywhere. It makes me lust to travel with my hair in the wind, to stop at gas-stations and talk to attendants, and stop to pet dogs with yellow doggy raincoats.

Good photography makes me so sad, that the way life looks in a photograph is so perfect. It's busting with emotion & different connotations that I want to feel so badly so often-- that I feel is just never in my grasp. Good photography makes me want to turn my volume up until I can't hear my own thoughts and roll the windows down on a country road in pouring rain- until it grows dark. Dark, dark, dark. Then the sun rises, peaking over the horizon, making everything blue and purple in the morning and I turn the volume off and just listen the wheels of my car spin.

Good photography inspires me in every which way, spilling all over the place, making a mess.

©Exodus Photography

Friday’s food for thought

Sometimes we make mistakes. You’d think getting older that you would make less mistakes but that is not true. It is easy to point the finger at others when they make mistakes but what happens when it is you that commits the accident. We all deal with personal mistakes differently some lie, few blame others, and others turn to self hate.

The biggest thing you must do is forgive yourself and it is not easy. Yeah, the consequences are not going to go away and you want life’s rollercoaster to stop but you must get back up and get back into life. When you’re back up learn from the mistake because that’s where growth really happens. Also remember when others make mistakes and it affects you, think back over times when you were on the other end and you wanted forgiveness. It will make it easier for you to forgive them.

San Francisco

Serena and Marty got home from school during a hail storm. When it was over, Marty took

the dogs to the park, and I looked out the back window and saw wild clouds, so I thought

something was going on out front. Yup. This. The trees were so red and glowing that

Marty actually drove BACK from the park to tell me to look outside. He got here just as the

rainbow was disappearing, but I'd already taken a dozen shots of it.

I have never been able to shoot a rainbow to look as beautiful as it was in real life. But I

consider this a good catch.

Happy Birthday, Patrick T. Power!

You can watch everything drift by,

the beautiful lights bobbing across your vision,

yet no matter how beautiful they are,

I feel sick inside.

because I remember that I'm watching them alone.

October 28th. Friday. Team dinner at Anna's.

Regionals team dinner. So much good food. So many laughs. I miss them already.

So I'm going to make this clear. This week has been awful in many ways and I have made some really awful decions which have led to me losing friends, almost losing friends, and being more thankful for Lainey than I ever have before. Honestly, I have made some god awful choices and if I could take them back, I would. But you know, I can't. And I have to learn from screwing up. I rarely ever do though. Which is why I keep making such huge mistakes. And why I keep losing friends. And why things keep getting worse. I just don't know what is enough. And that's why I am typing this. As a huge apology. Because sometimes I don't know how else to. So here is the biggest, most sincere I'm so incredibly sorry from the bottom of my heart. If I'm apologizing to you, you'll know who you are. From Monday morning to Sunday night, I've done some things that honestly were so stupid and I can't believe I did them. But I genuinely am sorry and honestly, I want to do whatever I can to fix whatever I did because all of you mean more than the world to me and I can't believe myself. So please, understand that I mean it when I say I'm sorry. Please understand that I cannot be happy with myself because of it. And please understand that I love you all so much. I'm so, so, so sincerely sorry. I have proved myself to be an awful friend and I accept that. I understand if you no longer want to even be friends and that is okay because I have no control over it. But please accept this apology at least. If I may ask one last thing, that would what I would ask.

I couldn't decide between black and white or colour. It seems that's always the case.

This is an outtake from yesterday. I love it there, next to my dad's favourite tree.

Thank you so much for the support/comments/favourites on yesterday's photo, you lovely people. ♥

(This picture did not turn out as I wanted. But, then again, neither did the relationship)

Please don't be human; I never deal with humanity as well as I want to.

In the middle of a never-ending war, we were separated. It was part your fault. A lot my fault. I just know that I never stopped loving you. And as crazy as things have been for you, I believe you still have a place reserved for me in your heart

The war continues. I know a lot of years have passed. You've changed so much that sometimes I don't recognize you. I'm still just as scared and insecure as before - unless I'm with you.

Still, if there is half a chance, please let's take it. And, Babe, please, before time runs out --

Get Here

(the unofficial love song of the first Gulf War)

as performed by Oleta Adams

You can reach me by railway

You can reach me by trailway

You can reach me on an airplane

You can reach me with your mind

You can reach me by caravan

Cross the desert like an Arab man

I don`t care how you get here

Just get here if you can

You can reach me by sailboat

Climb a tree and swing rope to rope

Take a sled and slide down slope

Into these arms of mine

You can jump on a speedboat

Cross the border in a blaze of hope

I don`t care how you get here

Just get here if you can

There are hills and mountains between us

Always something to get over

If I had the way

Surely you`d be closer

I need you closer

You can windsurf into my life

Take me up on a carpet ride

You can make it in a big balloon

But you`d better make it soon

You can reach me by caravan

Cross the desert like an Arab man

I don`t care how you get here

Just get here if you can

I don`t care, I don`t care

I need you right here right now

I need you right here right now right by my side yeah

I don`t care how you get here

Just get here if you can

she reminds me of a flower..

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poor little mukha, pouting with her frog on her head :(

.

Artists

GATS

SKAM

Meep

The Lost Cause

Full Bleed

Jesus

Mr say

Im Sorry

Buxom

"You are beautiful" - that's what it says, in Swedish. I'd like to think that some teenage boy has been in a fight with his girlfriend and realised that what he did/said was wrong and this is his way of saying "I'm sorry".I'm standing in the doorway to an apartment building so this would be the first thing she sees as she leaves the building. Very romantic if that's what happened. But I'll never know...

...or black and white?

"It's two a.m.

Feelin' like I just lost a friend.

Hope you know it's not easy,

Easy for me."

i got into a argument with a good friend of mine yesterday and we aren't on speaking terms anymore. i want things to go back to the way they were so badly but unfortunately i doubt they ever will. and i am way to stubborn to apologize. and i know i said some things that were hurtful but i didn't mean them and i really am sorry =/

I would wish you a happy birthday if it was possible to call you. I do not have any regrets, I just want to separate peacefully. We met exactly 14 years ago, now after 7 years of marriage we owe it to our two beautiful daughters to be kind & civil.

I was a bad friend today. I was a complete and nasty monster this afternoon.

I apologize that I was so mean that I made you cry. I'm truly sorry.

I just didn't want that answer. I just wanted to run away and be with you...

Sometimes my emotions get the best of me. I'll get over it eventually.

[Freezepop - Emotions and Photons]

/Idea from Daz*/

Pipe down, Eddy. I'm sure whatever it is you did, I don't care. Now go fetch me a drink while I watch you clean up that mess.

happy v-d to all my flickr family. sorry i haven't been uploading anything recently. been tired and busy. this weekend is gonna be as bad. but wish me luck. rob and i are braving the floor tickets to a slayer concert tonight. we'll probably get caught in a pit and stomped to death. but at least rob is gonna die happy since he been waiting for slayer to tour for a while now. =P

anyways, i had made heart shaped cookies for my coworkers. this was the first time i tried to make iced sugar cookies. the cookies didn't come out even, some were nice, some were lumpy, and some were crooked from my silicon mat being too big for my baking sheet. when it was time to make the icing, the red food coloring wasn't strong enough and after finally getting the right shade, it stains your mouth as you eat it. =DD but they still taste pretty good. i have to practice drawing with a pastry bag too. it is hard to keep my hands steady. but as they say practice makes perfect, so i plan to feed my coworkers every holiday. i wonder if they make george washington cookie cutters for presidents' day....

One is wearing an invisibility cloak. Click here and all of your wildest dreams will come true.

Explored. Highest Position: #68 3/16/2009

Incubus: Mexico

“You could see me reaching,

So why couldn’t you have met me halfway?

You could see me bleeding

But you could not put pressure on the wound

You only think about yourself”

She Wants Revenge: Someone Must Get Hurt

“I can tell you’d like some sympathy

But I can’t fix you and you don’t want me,

How can I trust you?

How could you need me now?

It’s getting to be so cold

The decision is in that I won’t break

You can’t even run with our lives at stake

Well someone must get hurt

And it won't be me

A Perfect Circle: 3 Libras

“Cause I threw you the obvious

To see what occurs behind the

Eyes of a fallen angel

Eyes of a tragedy

Oh well oh well apparently nothing

Apparently nothing at all

You don’t see me

You don’t see me at all”

The Bravery: The Ocean

“All of these moments are lost in time

But you’re caught in my head like a thorn on a vine

Took forever to amend me and I wonder why

Do I wish I’ve never known you at all?”

Jem: Missing You

“I’ll always be thankful for the time we had

We were blessed and should celebrate but I feel too sad

All the wonderful memories just make me fall apart

And it feels like somebody’s stabbed me in the heart

And I, yes I, miss you and it’s killing inside

Oh well I, yes I miss you, and want you by my side”

Modest Mouse: Little Motel

“We trade tit for tat like that for this

And I don’t think there was insult that was missed

I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and

I'm very sorry"

May I present-"Happy C-ehN-ehD-eh Day. That's how we spell Canada here in Canada. If you aren't Canadian, or haven't lived here, don't worry, you probably won't get this. lol And, may I say, officially, speaking for all Canadians, "I'm sorry." (Another inside joke.) Here a blue jay apologizes for mistaking the soccer ball for a peanut. "My bad", He says.

I used the homemade fake blood for this photo, whose title means "I'm sorry" in French.

It's a fact that self-destruction is a bigger trend among young people than adults. It could be due to the fact that young'uns tend to be more irrational with both their emotions and bevahiour. I dunno, we have an inclination to be more self-centered and self-righteous.

Thanks to Stefano for getting nakkers and allowing me to pour foul-smelling sticky crap all over his arm and bathroom.

Oh, and about suicide -- don't really do it. It may look cool and all, but the whole death thing is meh.

Because We Separate

It Ripples Our Reflections

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Hasselblad 500CM

Carl Zeiss Distagon 60mm f/3.5 T*

Fujifilm Neopan Acros 100

by meh123_1 ift.tt/1O03t6R

it's been a while since I've posted a drug shot. you haven't even gotten to see my new pill sorter!

mmmmm.... chemically unloveable....

Hippo:

Oh, excuse me, Buddha, sir ... excuse me. I was wondering if you could tell me .. sir , what I did in my past lives to become a hippo?

Buddha:

You ate too much

Hippo:

Well, yah, I was afraid of that ... uh well what can I do to change it?

Buddha:

Go on a diet

Hippo:

A diet?! Isn't there some other way?

Buddha:

No, I'm sorry, I really am.

Oh I had a lot to say

Was thinking on my time away

I missed you and things weren't the same

'Cause everything inside it never comes out right

This time I think I'm to blame

It's harder to get through the days

We get older and blame turns to shame

I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue

I'm sorry 'bout all the things I said to you

And I know I can't take it back

Every single day I think about how we came all this way

The sleepless nights and the tears you cried

It's never too late to make it right.

Sorry..

"ごめん" is "I'm sorry" in Japanese.

If you want to apolozize someone, take this train! ;)

there was something I was meaning to write here, but I've forgotten what it is now.

the silent screams.

whisper wars.

can you hear?

do you hear the pain?

the struggle?

let the rain fall.

the rain. it is my tears.

it is your tears.

tears of joy, tears of pain, tears of sorrow, tears of forgiveness.

you were there.

you heard the scream when no one else could.

you heard the silent plea that rattles your very bones down to the core.

you found strength, and in you, I found my own.

can you hear it?

159. BLOODFORCE

Artist: Victor Cayro

$1500.00