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“The reader is someone with an attention span of about 30 seconds.”
(William Zinsser, On Writing Well: The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction)
Bunbuns: I read one and a half line in this book and I think I am going to talk to Clumsie the Panda now, Daddy.
Hubert Crackanthorpe: Sure, Buns. You were reading for almost 6 seconds. Rest your eyes a bit.
Bunbuns: True, Daddy. They hurt. Much like from looking at ugly men.
Hubert Crackanthorpe: I know. You have your own fight against windmills going on. Life's a bitch.
Bunbuns: I have no idea what you're saying, Daddy. But I think Clumsie has crabs *stares at his crotch*
Hubert Crackanthorpe: There goes breeding season.
Incidental Music: Los Campesinos! - We Are All Accelerated Readers
Bunsified Pose: The Sages by Ckey Poses
Blue Monday...
Se sentir le cul (rebondi, en passant) entre 2 chaises, tiraillée, avoir l'impression d'être une mauvaise personne, égoïste, ce n'est pas la meilleure manière de démarrer la semaine (ou même de la terminer).
J'ai besoin de réponses et je compte bien sur l'aide de ma psy...
D'avance, je vous remercie pour votre soutien, je vous adore. J'ai juste besoin d'apprendre à faire la part des choses, et faire le tri dans mes priorités.
Bisous et passez une belle semaine ! 💜😘💚
#workinprogress #lifesabitch
Chorillos, Lima, Peru, South America
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Neks, Owed, Sub, Prize, Fels, Slam, Dowt, Joak, Klue, Soz, Zest...
Best viewed large on black.
And to see it in more detail I've also split the image into two, so check the next two pictures in my photostream.
I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass.
Maya Angelou
... since beneath the blanket, a bloke still breathes.
Leastwise, he did last week.
The reality of rough sleeping ; as spotted in a Liverpool inner city alleyway
Seven days a week she shuffles round Southport, scavenging through litter bins. "
"Marks & Spencer won't let me use their toilet, " she told me. "They say it's for paying customers only. "
Btw, I know for certain that she's not homeless but, is, like so many others, forgotten, lonely and practically penniless.
So much for our 'welfare state', eh? I wish to God that someone would fix our country's so-called 'safety net' ; and fix it bloody soon.
Holding onto hope, why does life need to be such a slippery slope? Can you feel and not just see him nearing the end of his rope? Such is his day clearly filled with nothing but dismay. No he did not beg on this cold day down here in May, I now wonder who can really say if not one day...I will not sit on this corner alone to fight my thoughts in strife when I give into this reality many consider to be the only real life; is his wounds still benign? this could be for me a sign...I have regret that I fell in love with unkindness, so infatuated and blinded being smitten - can I also rewrite was has already been written? Stop I must, proceed no further unless I regain compassion and respect for another even if he is not my brother...
Homeless dude, sleeping in the mean streets of Amsterdam, I passed by on my bike and circled him twice for a clear shot, feeling bad about disturbing his nightrest, but being painfully aware of your cravings for unfiltered, raw information from the best city in the world I overcame my concerns and snapped him anyway... ;-)
Every night, when I'm in bed and I pull my blanket up to my manly chin, I send out my thoughts and good vibes to people like him, that are unfortunate enough to be ejected from the soft, mushy core of society, into the circle of addictive behavior, misery and unpleasant situations...sometimes I think Life really is a Bitch and then you die! :-((
Once upon a time, there was a squid who lived in the Aegean sea. He had a great life, playing around with his friends and family, but always felt like he was missing on something. Then, one day all of a sudden he was caught in a net and next thing he knew, he started choking. The fishermen got him immediately and carried him to the local fish market, where his good looks and size attracted many admiring glances from passers by. He finally chose a girl who took him home with her and promised to introduce him to a lot of people on an important meeting that was taking place the day after.
On the beginning of Great Lent, the squid was planning to go to a picnic* with his new friends, to celebrate the start of the fasting season. He was very excited and on Monday morning, he got all washed up, filled with cream cheese and chilli paste, and ready to go meet these new people he'd heard about.
Unfortunately, the girl forgot to pack him in the picnic basket and the poor squid was left at home, all dolled up and nowhere to go. When she remembered about him, she was quite far already and couldn't turn back to get him (or so she said). He was left there, alone, save for a boy who picked him up and put him back to the fridge. There he spent another day, wondering what could have gone wrong and thinking about his early days in the sea.
The girl came back, but didn't even tell him what he missed. The poor squid didn't know what he'd done wrong to be treated like this, but he didn't say anything. Patiently he waited in the fridge for another day, watching other foods go in and out, never saying a word. "Is that what life is about?" he thought. "Wasn't I better off where I was?". No answer.
Then, on the third day, without a single warning, he was grabbed by the tail and taken out of the fridge. He'd given up hope by then, but a small glimmer still remained.
That was until he noticed the grill light glowing red in the oven...
* Traditionally, "Clean Monday" is celebrated throughout the orthodox world, by abstaining from meat. In Greece, there's a custom of taking food and drinks outside, to be eaten in the woods or beachside.
At @ Bedroom Tax protest in Liverpool's Derby Square.
She reminded me so much of that classic old Beatles song by (fellow Scousers) Lennon & McCartney:
" Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.
Who finds the money? when you pay the rent?
Did you think that money was heaven sent?
Friday night arrives without a suitcase.
Sunday morning creep in like a nun.
Mondays child has learned to tie his bootlace.
See how they run.
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast.
Wonder how you manage to feed the rest.
See how they run.
Lady Madonna, lying on the bed,
Listen to the music playing in your head.
Tuesday afternoon is never ending.
Wednesday morning papers didn't come.
Thursday night you stockings needed mending.
See how they run.
Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet."
‘St.Sebastian, Martyr. Patron Saint of Electromyographers’ • Who knew? • This painting definitely falls into the ‘Life's a bitch and then you die’ category • Methinks the artist was not an archer. The feather fletchings on the arrows seem too small and delicate to stabilize an arrow in flight. The arrow through the skull seems overly long. The draw length of a contemporary arrow is usually from the outstretched bow hand to the far corner of the archer's mouth or cheek. Perhaps early arrows were longer, drawn past the head and fired by multiple archers into an approaching army? I don't know. Perhaps I could ask an eletromyographer • Healthcare building lobby in Cleveland, Ohio USA. iPhone 4s native camera in HDR mode. Photoshop Elements
A while ago I uploaded a pic of Hesketh Park's first brood of this year's ducklings ; a beautiful bunch of 15 little cuties. (See @ link below).
Some of you asked to be kept informed of their progress.
Sadly, thanks to these horrible Herring gulls who have (knowing it's the right time of year), virtually 'invaded' Hesketh Park and none of the 15 ducklings have escaped these monsters. Moreover, another new brood of 8 have all now met the same fate - within just a couple of days.
Do not, I repeat, do NOT put a party hat on this girl or she may totally lose it. At least, on this particular night..maybe if you ask her in 15 years? :P
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