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I'm not quite sure about this one. I didn't took the photo, this is just an experiment, but oh well... What do you think? Keep it or delete it? Comments are fully aprecciated.
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Update: I'm pretty impressed, I must say! I was so insecure about this photo and suddently, I got tons of views, comments and favourites.
Thank you so much, guys, from the bottom of my heart! I am definetely keeping this one. Thanks again! :-)
Beautiful stock here: guavon-stock.deviantart.com
Underneath it all, we are all similar. We all have insecurities, differences and things that we'd like to change.
The best thing about it? That's what makes you, YOU.
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Day 164. I suppose this is a bit of a self reflection from both perspectives, ie, a fear of being left behind by the stronger part of me, vs the part that's trying to ignore the voice that's holding me back and is scared of failure.
Ps. I think this would be better in mono now I've looked at it again.
But now I'm insecure
And I care what people think
My name's blurryface
And I care what you think
Inspired by Stressed Out from Twenty One Pilots incredible new album Blurryface.
Im super excited because I have lots of things on my hard drive to edit and have been going out shooting more often again recently- so lots of photos and lots of series coming up! I forgot how much I loved shooting and how much it helps...with everything- so i really hope I can get myself to continue this trend. I need to get editing on some of these photos though! I also still got stuff from CO earlier this summer to edit (and some stuff thats even older somewhere on some hard drives that I should probably find)
A quote I gave to my friend Hope for her book of life lessons and such recently was Not to let laziness halt your passion. That has to do with me shooting a lot and I need to make it a priority again. I had a big creative block for a while but instead of being lazy and just being like well damn, I should have been out trying new things. Something I noticed though is once I got shooting (even just some old ideas I've been meaning to do) the creativity started flowing again and now I have an overwhelming amount of ideas I want to try out and I can't wait!
Also I got a new tattoo so maybe I'll do a photo of that soon?
Check out my Instagram! Im starting to post there more often and have some stuff up that I don't have on here! instagram.com/nate.compton
also working on a website so hopefully thats up in the near future
May 25, 2011.
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Thank you so much William and Gary for the testimonials :)
I like to think that with each self portrait I upload, I reduce the vast amount of insecurities just waiting to erupt from inside my mind.
Mask, after mask, after mask. Each day the only thing I never forget to wear is a mask. Because it makes me feel protected. It makes me feel like no one is able to witness my true emotions as long as I have a mask on.
There's the one I have for school; there's the one I have in front of strangers; there's the one I have when I'm disguising the hurt when someone makes fun of something I'm sensitive about; there are so many, I keep losing count.
Does this sound pathetic? I suppose, in a sort of way, it is.
When I think of the word mask, I automatically think of fragility. Because if there weren't people who deem nothing of others' feelings, there wouldn't even be a need for masks. One more reason to view the world negatively, one more reason to drop my eyes and avoid meeting anyone else's windows to the soul.
I'm not interested in the people I meet who are only concerned with ripping off my mask forcefully to see what's beneath the surface; nor the people who fail to notice the facades and assume that they know me already. The people who take the care to gently ease off my mask, who let time slowly build up trust, who bring my hands up to my face and allow me to remove it myself; these are the people who I will quietly end the masquerade game with.
Sadly, I'm still caught up in masquerade, after masquerade, with most of the people I do know. Both of us clad in silken masks; our eyes not meeting; expressions fixed on in its perfect facade.
Will they ever end?
1988 Volkswagen Jetta 4+E.
1272cc.
Last MoT test expired in June 2018 (SORN).
It failed a test in May 2019 -
Exhaust system insecure (6.1.2 (a)) - Major
Offside windscreen washer not working (3.5 (a)) - Major
Exhaust fumes entering cabin (6.1.2 (b) (i)) - Major
Nearside rear suspension component mounting prescribed area excessively corroded significantly reducing structural strength sill/ wheel arch (5.3.6 (a) (i)) - Major
Nearside side repeater not working (4.4.1 (a) (ii)) - Major
Service brake efficiency below requirements (1.2.2 (a) (i)) - Major
Parking brake efficiency below requirements (1.4.2 (a) (i)) - Major
Offside rear suspension component mounting prescribed area excessively corroded significantly reducing structural strength sill/ wheel arch (5.3.6 (a) (i)) - Major
Sometimes I am overwhelmed with the support we can receive online. I asked for criticism for this photo because I really wasn't sure about the entire composition - and everyone just said they liked it so much and completely took my worries away. Isn't it funny how we sometimes see so much insecurity in places where others see beauty?
This is another photo taken on our night adventures in Iceland while everyone else was sleeping. They call this lava cave "the church" because of it's unique shape.
VIEW ON BLACK I BEG YOU. EVEN THEN IT DOESNT LOOK AS IT DOES IN PHOTOSHOP. FLICKR SHARPENING IS A BITCH
For my Self Discovery Collab 2013 that I am hosting :)
February's Theme: Deep Inside My Mind
You should go check it out, anyone can join!! :)
Someone has been on my mind alot lately and is making me feel very confusing and wonderful things. The picking of the petals represents two things for me, but I'd love to hear your interpretations<3
I'm so sorry for my hiatus latley. I can't seem to want to shoot. this is making me really sad. i have a lot of life updates but I they arent really worth sharing. Just little things that are making me happy :)
I feel like Ive lost touch with you all. </3 GUYS send me a flickrmail and tell me how youre doing!!! I miss everyone and wanna talk! :)
Laugh often and love lots! <3
Er...eu atrasei o projeto :(
1º ontem minha internet tava caindo toda hora
2º eu não gostei das fotos que eu tinha para postar
Maaans milagrosamente hoje de manhã rendeu duas fotos até que boazinhas :S
Gostei bastante da edição dessa foto até os ruídos deram um efeito, digamos, bonitinho
It's been 27 days since you "broke up with me".... but 41 days since you started dating her. Numbers don't match do they? Yes well the whole world knew except me...... But for some pathetic reason I still miss you... and seeing her posts... all over your wall.. of silly Facebook games like " Lips are your best feature cause you're a great kisser" w/ the Erik IS this true???? And all her insecurities " I have the best boyfriend in the world he calls me just to hear my voice"...coincidence that that is what was said about me to her.... that you would call me just to hear my voice... and the day you and I agree to be cordial is the day she feels she needs-within the hour- to post how amazing and loved by her BF she is..... she loves to rub it in and make it hurt and remind me with every post that you are HER boyfriend. She can't make a comment without stating " MY BOYFRIEND" or NOW THAT I AM DATING Erik..... and when the lil whore has the nerve to message me she makes sure to not refer to you are Erik but as "My Boyfriend". I guess the little Borderline Histrionic has marked her turf... has she peed on you yet? Her insecurities are glaring.... her clinginess is sickening... her gloating pathetic... her need to paste all over your Facebook that you are hers... is she scared...that because you cheated on me you will cheat on her..... it's a valid fear.... why would you want a man who you could steal from a woman he has loved for four years..... just wait till something better comes along.....I hope she wrecks this relationship but I have a feeling that she won't... you love being the one to constantly rescue her in her neediness.... so maybe you are perfectly matched....a psycho and her savior. But who is the worst of all.... me because I still miss you.... the you that I knew and loved.
the insecure thoughts of the other woman.
I wonder how many of us are the illicit thought of some guys here when they look at their partners?
Just a thought.
I think of myself as a bit insecure
And with this I may have a mental lock
So when real love tries to come in
I seem to ignore it at the first knock.
My heart is not as hard as a stone
That is why I cannot ignore a plea
But if from behind the door comes begging:
"Please let me in.."
..then this can somewhat infuriate me.
Today I have put aside my imaginary fears
Because these ghosts tend to do some harm
And I have opened the door wide open
Taking the pleading Angel into my welcoming arms.
The doorway has now unveiled a vortex to eternity
And for love eternal I cannot not wait
So I am stepping into the oblivion
With hope that my Angel guides me to Heaven's Gate.
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Copyright © 2011 Tomitheos Poetry / Photography - All Rights Reserved
Explore #498 on August 8, 2011
I wonder what did the poor little dear do to deserve such placement? It looks really uncomfortable.
For ABCs & 123s >> *U* is for Under and possibly also *Uncomfortable*
(IMGP2596Angelprobnotfeelingsecureunderswaybackbenchflickr110518)
G: “You- you're a kid?” The green guy says in
a confused tone.
S:.”Um yeah…” I say insecurely.
G: “Why don't you start by explaining all of this to me. Starting with you magically becoming a kid.”
S: “My names Billy Batson, I'm 13 years old, and I can turn into a super hero. Good enough?”
G: “We'll talk about it later, bud. Why don't you go back into your other form to keep other people from seeing you .”
I look around for a second, Just to make sure, and yell: “SHAZAM!!”
A lighting bolt comes down from the clouds and engulfs my body in electricity. I feel my body grow with every limb. Then my black and blue suit forms around my adult body.
S: “Better?”
G: “Better.”
He starts walking over to the knocked out alien guy.
S: “Hey, who are you and who's that Guy?”
G: “My name is Green Lantern, but you can call me hal as we're already on a First name basis. I'm part of an intergalactic Peace keeping force called the Green Lanterns. I work for the embodiment of will power named green. This alien is a yellow lantern. They feed off of fear. ”
S: “Woah, dude.” I say in awe.
Hal starts checking the incapacitated yellow lantern. “It looks like he was looking for this artifact.” Hal says as he picks up a glowing green rock. Then suddenly, a Yellow bolt of lighting shoots from the sky and strikes the ground. A man in a black business suit with a yellow tie emerges from the smoke. He disappears in the blink of an eye, and reemerges with the green rock in his hand.
BA: “An artifact indeed. It's a radioactive Peace of a planet destroyed long ago. I need to give this to a friend. He's planning on killing gods..”
Then, he flies into the sky. Hal and I follow him through the sky line. I shoot electricity, but he absorbs it. He then creates a sonic boom of lightning, hitting both of us. We would both be dead meat if it wasn't for hals quick thinking of making a trampoline under us.
G: “Billy, I'd love to stay and help, but I have a friend in a coma, and I need to bring the yellow Lantern to green. Here's my number if you ever need help. You have a phone, Right? “
S: “Thanks GL, I'll call if I need it.”
We part ways, as hal flies the opposite direction of the City.
[...] There was much in such a society that was primitive and insecure and it certainly could never measure up to the demands of the present epoch. But in such a society are contained the seeds of revolutionary democracy in which none will be held in slave [...]
-- Quote by Nelson Mandela (South African Statesman First democratically elected State President of South Africa (1994), 1993 Nobel Prize for Peace, b.1918)
Nikon D200, Tokina 12-24 f/4, 12mm - f/8 - 1/2000s - HDR 5xp +2/-2EV
Norma, Italy (March, 2015)
May 15, 2011.
This is the reason why I don't like self portraits. I am the epitome of insecurity. I am the kind of person who is uncomfortable with seeing my own face in photographs. I believe in inner beauty as much as outer beauty which makes me even more susceptible to uncertainty. I struggle with accepting what I look like and who I am. Do you?
please? facebook
The feeling of insecurity, anxiety, fear, unspecified but inevitably approaching danger. Unnamed and unknown, slowly comes in our direction, consuming more and more space. Slides into every nook and cranny. It's getting closer...
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(idea, drawings and photomontage are mine. Photos of landscapes are downloaded from Library of Congress www.flickr.com/photos/library_of_congress/)
Child labour in terms of begging is used as a profession by insecure group of people that forces children to beg. A child can earn maximum money by begging. They show burns on their faces and hands so they can earn more. As they grow older their earnings decrease, which gets most of them involve in robbery and prostitution. Child begging is the exploitation of children for money making reasons. Most of the people view it as way of relief for their hunger and unsatisfied needs. Earlier people believed that beggars were be physically disabled people who could not find work so they have to beg for their survival. However it has been noticed that nowadays that majority of them are physically normal children but due to their un-hygienic condition they may prone to get health problems. If we want to discourage child begging we need to see its impact on the child’s physical, educational, emotional health and psychological development.
Begging neglects all children’s basic rights of physical and educational needs. Physical needs include insufficient food resources, housing and hygiene. Educational needs include getting in a school at proper age. However to fulfill their basic needs that is food and to relieve their hunger and to get the physical strength children need money and they beg to earn money. We can say that poor families forcing their children to adopt the role of primary income earner but by doing this they are ignoring their childhood basic life needs such as schooling.
Child’s begging results in child’s emotional insecurity and fear of being threatened or hurt by older or stronger street peers. Begging puts children under pleasure and they loose confidence in their own ability to deal with any difficult situation. During this period the life of child beggars, is like a honeymoon period which is characterized by freedom and excitement, becoming a part of experimentation. Begging is exploitation besides the work they are doing. They are also abused physically, mentally and sexually by the people around them.
We as a part of this nation need to ensure that beggars are able to live successfully with better lifestyle and also they permanently get rid of begging.Beacuse as we already aware that child beggars are already at risk as they have short term and long term impact on their lives. Each one of us from this society has a responsibility to ensure that these vulnerable children are protected. If we are able to do so we should give them one to one support, provide positive alternate activities or work for earning. All community people and stake holders should jointly resist any form of child begging using their best resources. Being community health care workers we should organize awareness programs for the community people especially sensitizing the parents regarding children rights and growth of development. We also need to work with the NGO’s with the consensus of community leaders. to identify their basic needs and its alternative solutions which can help them in growing children’s quality life, specially the child beggars need to provide education, professional training, food and accommodation so that they become useful citizens of our country.
Article written by : Mehar Hussain
SHE IS A POST RN REAR ll STUDENT AT AGAKHAN SCHOOL OF NURSING. SHE HAS 10 YEARS WORKING EXPERIENCE AT AGA KHAN UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL.
Xplored
March 20, 2011.
Thank you so much to Camila for the testimonial :)
I feel like sometimes I ask too much of myself; and then I immediately feel like I'm not doing enough. It seems that all I accumulate when I grow up is nothing but an insecurity about ever being good enough. Life is cruel; it makes us chase after things we wish to have, but yet once we possess those things we no longer feel that sense of contentment, but instead a deeper desire for something better.
The lone security guard in the building grew more agitated the closer we got. He reminded me of our neighbors small dog running from window to window, barking at anyone threatening to walk past their house.
(8 second exposure)
'Cry no more, feeling all alone and insecure
You have been going through these stages
Now it's time to turn the pages
We're gonna stand in line
And not give up but walk that road
That everybody goes
Through lights and shadows'
O'G3NE
Insecurity afraid of things you cannot see.
Words become the image of the enemy.
You cannot dissect what is correct.
- Slayer
From Wiki:
Wellington Statue
The equestrian Wellington Statue, with a humorous traffic cone on its head, on Royal Exchange Square in Glasgow, Scotland, is one of the city's most iconic images. In 2011 the Lonely Planet guide included the monument to the Duke of Wellington in its list of the "top 10 most bizarre monuments on Earth", along with the Rocky Balboa statue in Žitište, Serbia and the Washington National Cathedral in the United States.[1]
Located outside the Gallery of Modern Art and forming an end to Ingram Street the equestrian statue of the Duke of Wellington by Italian artist Carlo Marochetti, was erected in 1844. Capping the statue with a traffic cone has become a traditional practice in the city, claimed to represent the humour of the local population and believed to date back to the first half of the 1980s if not before. The statue is a Category-A listed monument and due to minor damage and the potential for injury that the placing of cones involves, the practice has been discouraged by Glasgow City Council and Strathclyde Police.[2]