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been telling myself this a lot lately, so maybe someone else needs to hear it XO
You'll be okay
You'll be okay
The sun will rise
To better days
And change will come
It's on it's way
Just close your eyes
And let it rain
'Cause you're never alone
And I will always be there
You just carry on
You will understand
You'll be okay
You'll be okay
Just look inside
You know the way
Starting the year in random mode starting with my favorite wildlife subject. As you might guess, I'll be doing another moose safari this year. Not often do I get a photo op of a moose in water. This is the latest one, taken over two years ago. I'm due in '25.
Still busy as the dickens, but trying to take the time out for a few festive pictures of the cats as I go about my preparations for Christmas.
I hope to get some time very soon to catch up with everyone's pictures! I don't think I'll ever get caught up!
Have a great night peeps!
Today, I'm wearing the Tee*fy top and the Reign shoes available at this month's N21! Shorts are by Pixicat, hair by Doux. The stars in this pic are by Fiasco, and the coat, picture, and propeller are by the awesome Blue Sky. (Blue Sky will be opening their in-world store by tomorrow and will ALSO be in 50L Friday!)
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Yeah we'll be counting stars
i'll stay so deep inside your brain
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♡ Sabbath Event ♡
Outfit - PRAGA Panam outfit
Skin&Shape - Platinum - Kagura
Eyes - [VeletVaue] Lunar eyes
Purse - NOIR - The Grim bag
Face Tattoo - wired. Nara Nose Tattoo
All These Items Are Now At The Sabbath Event
♡ OTHER CREDITS ♡
HEAD:lel EvoX Avalon
BODY:REBORN by eBODY
Hair:Stealthic - Lethal
Horns:rotten {chubbi horns}
Neck Tattoo:VUDU TATTOO - Gothic Collar
Lashes:Clover - MegaLashes
Nails:Miss Black Claws -
I'll keep it short: foggy weather, beautiful mood, great old Caravan, delicious food and a relaxed apocalyptic atmosphere. I'm looking forward to telling you everything later and showing you photos, but until then you have to be content with this postcard of my place. I hope you are fine, I think of you!
Greetings from vacation
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For my video; youtu.be/nCa3qkMAbOU?si=rfRaaluQK1nmwRRZ
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North Arm of the Fraser River.
Taken from Foreshore Park
Burnaby, British Colunbia, Canada
Outer Vancouver harbour,
English bay,
Taken from, Jericho Park,
West Point Grey, Vancouver, British Columbia
SENA II (IMO: 6422602) is a Trawler and is sailing under the flag of Canada. Her length overall (LOA) is 28.95 meters and her width is 6.81 meters.
Former names RIO SAN LORENZO (1984)
GULF GUARD (1977)
Gross tonnage 370 tons
Deadweight 78 tons
Year of build 1965
Builder EAST ISLE SHIPYARD - GEORGETOWN, CANADA
Home port STEVESTON
Shipyard in Georgetown, Prince Edward Island
♬♪ She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
She'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away ♬♪
🎧 "Secret Garden - Bruce Springsteen
OUTFFIT CREDITS
Dress // .:{Sofia}:. - "Blake Star" Gown Dress
Hair // TRUTH - "VIP Soirée" Hair
Earrings // JUMO Fashion - "Aviv" Earrings
Bracelet // Tetra
Tattoos // NVUS - Playboy Bunny (face left eyes) + JUNA Tattoo - "Mina" (shoulder/collar) + Milk Toast - "I am - Brat" (chest) +Carol G - “Little heart” (underboobs)
I'll make it alone
When love is gone
Still you made your mark
Here in my heart
One day I'll fly away
Leave your love to yesterday
What more can your love do for me?
When will love be through with me?
I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin
My life again?
One day I'll fly away
Leave your love to yesterday
What more can your love do for me?
When will love be through with me?.
Thank you all my dears Flickr friends for your sweet comments! I do appreciate them very, very much
Gloomy Sunday Sarah Mclachlan
My Books:
My book "Discover GUIMERÀ" (preview)
My book "Discover SANTA PAU" (preview)
"Gloomy Sunday" (from Hungarian "Szomorú vasárnap", IPA: ['somoruː 'vɒʃarnɒp]) is a song written by László Jávor and set to music in 1933 by Hungarian pianist and composer Rezső Seress, in which the singer mourns the untimely death of a lover and contemplates suicide. Gloomy Sunday had been announced as to be the most famous song for people to commit suicide.
Though recorded and performed by many singers, "Gloomy Sunday" is closely associated with Billie Holiday, who scored a hit version of the song in 1941. Due to unsubstantiated urban legends about its inspiring hundreds of suicides, "Gloomy Sunday" was dubbed the "Hungarian suicide song" in the U.S.. Seress did commit suicide in 1968, but most other rumors of the song being banned from radio, or sparking suicides, are unsubstantiated, and were partly propagated as a deliberate marketing campaign.
Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest, the shadows I live
with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of
sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of
ever returning you
Would they be angry if I
thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and
prayers that are sad,
I know, let them not weep,
Let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream,
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
Asleep in the deep of
My heart
Dear
Darling I hope that my
dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how
much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Las casas están construídas con gran armonía entre la montaña y como es natural son calles estrechas y enpinadas. El término se extiende por el altiplano de Collsacabra, las sierras de Tavertet y los riscos de Aiats y Falgars. Si bien en la economía tradicional es la agricultura de secano (cereales, legumbres, forrajes, patatas y maíz) y la ganadería eran las principales actividades, en la actualidad, el turismo constituye la mayor fuente de ingresos. El desarrollo del fenómeno turístico ha conllevado la aparición de numerosos establecimientos comerciales y restaurantes que ofrecen al turista de verano o de fin de semana todos los servicios necesarios, como el Hostal Estrella que se encuentra en el centro de Rupit.
Una carretera local comunica el término con la C-153. En el núcleo urbano pueden admirarse edificios de los siglos XVI y XVII, de piedra, con ventanales de tipo gótico o gótico tardío y portales dovelados con antiguas inscripciones, la calle del Fossar es la más típica. El castillo de Rupit se alza sobre un espolón rocoso. La iglesia de Sant Miquel de Rupit, es de estilo barroconeoclásico. Palacio de la notaría de los Soler, con jardín colgante. Capilla de Santa Magdalena, del siglo XVII. La iglesia románica de Sant Joan de Fábregues, a 4 kilómetros de la población. Las masías son de notable interés (la Sala, el Colell, Mas Corriol). Pruit, cuenta con la iglesia románica de Sant Andreu (de los siglos XII - XIII). Iglesia románica de Sant Lloreno; Dosmunts, cerca del gran Mas de les Viles. Masías del Bac de Collsacabra, la Cassassa de Pruit y Comajoan
In Wordpress In Blogger photo.net/photos/Reinante/ In Onexposure
If houses here are green, I’ll step inside a house.
If bridges here are sound, I’ll walk on solid ground.
If love’s labour’s lost in every age, I’ll gladly lose it here.
If it’s not me, it’s one who is as good as me.
If a word here borders on me, I’ll let it border.
If Bohemia still lies by the sea, I’ll believe in the sea again.
And believing in the sea, thus I can hope for land.
If it’s me, then it’s anyone, for he’s as worthy as me.
I want nothing more for myself. I want to go under.
Under – that means the sea, there I’ll find Bohemia again.
From my grave, I wake in peace.
From deep down I know now, and I’m not lost.
Come here, all you Bohemians, seafarers, dock whores, and ships
unanchored. Don’t you want to be Bohemians, all you Illyrians,
Veronese and Venetians. Play the comedies that make us laugh until we cry.
And err a hundred times,
as I erred and never withstood the trials,
though I did withstand them time after time.
As Bohemia withstood them and one fine day
was released to the sea and now lies by water.
I still border on a word and on another land,
I border, like little else, on everything more and more,
a Bohemian, a wandering minstrel, who has nothing, who
is held by nothing, gifted only at seeing, by a doubtful sea,
the land of my choice.
Ingeborg Bachmann
Remembering times gone by
Promises we once made
What are the reasons why
Nothing stays the same
There were the nights
Holding you close
Someday I'll try to forget them
As soon as my heart stops breaking
Anticipating
As soon as forever is through
I'll be over you
The light is going through the veins of these leaves. This is Spring beauty... Life'll be back again.
75/365
Texture courtesy: Borealnz, many thanks!!
Got to run, catch up later..
Have a beautiful weekend, dear friends!! :-))
mannn I'm tired of school already.
I changed my schedule. be TA for 5th period . It was fun tho . I don't care if I waste that period because I am anyway. I'll make it up next year. I try to focus on school , I really try.
honestly I always have the best times at school. you know why...
but man I hate the sun, the hot weather, it' kills me :(
first week of school. start to get use to school. history brings me headache, I'm scared that I'm gonna fail that class man .
no wonder that I hate history A LOT .
well I don't know what to say now :-< .
see ya :* !
MALACHI: “Careful Mutzli! I don’t want you overbalancing.”
MUTZLI: “I’ve got the bottom of it in my paws.”
MALACHI: “Right, well I’ll slide it forward them Mutzli. If you can step backwards as I do, and then it will fall down like the other one did, and we shall have one Krówki each for afternoon tea.”
MUTZLI: “Alright Malachi.” *Ponders.* “Are you quite sure Daddy won’t mind us eating two of his Krówki Polish fudge sweets?”
MALACHI: “Of course he won’t Mutzli! Look how many there are in this sweetmeat dish. Besides, don’t you have a grumbly tummy?”
MUTZLI: “Oh I do, Malachi! Grumbly tummy, Malachi. Grumbly tummy.” *Goes to rub tummy vigorously.
MALACHI: “Careful Mutzli! Don’t let the Krówki sweet fall!”
DADDY: “Ummm… Malachi?”
MALACHI: “Oh!” *Looks up and sees Daddy watching he and Mutzli. “Yes Daddy?”
DADDY: “Malachi, pardon me for asking this, but what exactly are you and Mutzli doing?”
MALACHI: “Well, I thought that was obvious Daddy! We are helping ourselves to some afternoon tea. Grumbly tummy Daddy! Grumbly tummy!” *Rubs tummy vigorously.*
MUTZLI: “Hullo Daddy!” *Blushes pink beneath plush white fur.* “Grumbly tummy?”
DADDY: “Then why didn’t you and Mutzli ask me for some Krówki Polish fudge, Malachi?”
MALACHI: “Well I should have thought that was obvious too, Daddy.” *Puts paws on hips.* “We couldn’t find you, so we had to take matters into our own paws.”
DADDY: “Oh!” *Surprised.*
MALACHI: “Now, if you’ll excuse us Daddy, Mutzli and I have to get this second Krówki sweet out of the dish so that we have one each.” *Thinks.* “Of course you could hep us, Daddy, by picking it out of the dish for us.” *Looks hopefully at Daddy.*
MUTZLI: “Grumbly tummy, Daddy! Grumbly tummy.” *Looks hopefully at Daddy.
The theme for “Looking Close on Friday” for the 10th of June is “candy”. This was not the easiest theme for me, only because I do not have the sweetest tooth in the whole world, however I was lucky, as a very dear friend gave me some Krówki Polish Fudge at Easter, and not having such a sweet tooth, I still have plenty left to photograph. Krówki, literally meaning "cows," are Polish fudge, semi-soft milk toffee candies. When hand-made, they are hard and crispy on the outside, but the inside is more fluid than solid. It is one of the most common Polish confections, sold worldwide, and might be considered "dulce de leche candy". If you follow my photostream, you may know that I collect 1:12 size miniatures, some of which have featured in past themes in the “Looking Close on Friday” group. This includes Malachi the bear, who today is joined by his cousin, Mutzli. I do hope that you like my choice, and that this photograph makes you smile!
Malachi I acquired in mid-March 2020 (and mid Coronavirus) from a wonderful Melbourne stalwart toy shop: Dafel Dolls and Bears, when I went looking for a present for one of my goddaughters. Malachi is designed by Mary and hand-made by Wendy Joy in Australia. He has articulated arms and legs, and an extremely sweet face. Malachi was the name he came with, written by hand on his little tag.
Mutzli was a lovely surprise gift from a dear friend in Britain who kindly slipped him into a parcel of other delightful gifts for me. Like Malachi, he is mohair, has articulated arms and legs, and an extremely sweet face. Mutzli got his name from the tiny gold tag around his neck. He is made by Mutzli, a Swiss bear manufacturer since 1949.