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I don't meet the standards of this world.
I’ve been tagged again,by :
and by some others,so here are 10 things about me.
2.My nationality is international.
8.I hate the colour orange.
10.I suffer from Aichmophobia (fear of needles).It’s pretty serious.
4.I have an English accent with an American pronunciation.
1.I do believe in God,though it’s hard to put into words how my life has changed since I met Him.
7.Two is my favourite number.
5.My weeknessnes are overthinking and impatience.
9.I give nicknames to my closest friends,just like sunday,bamboo,lunch box or crispy.
3.This is the sentence I should use more: ’I’ll try it again!’
6.I’m afraid of new situations.
I tag:
P.s: I’ve got my remote today!!! Thank you,man !! :) I know it took more than 7 mins,but still ;)
Sometimes I wish that I was dead, I'm broken...
I'm tired of trying to be normal, I'm always overthinking, I'm driving myself crazy... So what if I'm fucking crazy!
"We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve.”— Anonymous
Location: ° At The Green Story <- click to get the landmark
Stephen Sanchez - "I Want You"
I’ve been oversleeping so much that I’ve been bored of dreaming and just wake up, not next to you
In this paper town where I live, boxes pass along and I wish that I was sitting in one with you
I will be your friend, but love you in my soul
I’ll never feel another way, just thought I’d let you know
You’ve knocked me to the floor
Since the moment I saw you
Every minute, every hour, if you’ll have me, I want you
You’ve been overthinking so much the traffic in your head
Oh, they rush at the thought of someone new
Lauren, why can’t you accept it?
I love you and I’m not pretending when I say those words to you
If I learn to love myself, will it keep you from loving someone else?
If learning to love would cost my life, I’d spend it all on you and I
Jungle Fowl
Why does the chicken cross the stream?
To unleash a splendid dream?
To answer a maiden’s piteous scream?
To defend a place where the lilies gleam?
To gorge on all the cookies and cream?
You're overthinking it would seem
I’m just crossing the damn stream!
Something different. I took this whilst waiting for the sun to set down at Ogmore by Sea - I had a composition chosen with the sun setting over Porthcawl. I was trying to create something different with the shape of the waves hitting the beach at Merthyr Mawr on the opposite side of the River Ogmore. It has a bit of a stylistic appearance, a bit like a piece of modern art! I did visit the art galleries at the Museum of Wales on Monday, and their impressive collection of Impressionist Art so maybe there was something subliminal happening! Another thing I did differently - I don't normally include people in my shots but the couple on the beach seemed to work. I am probably overthinking this, please ignore my rambling!
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Normally the pictures are home long before we are, such is the marvel of modern cloud storage. At some point after each session I’ll log onto the hotel Wi-Fi and upload the raw files into the invisible hard drive in the troposphere. A fourth layer of insurance and a decisive one too - as long as the cloud doesn’t fall out of the sky at any point. But when the onboard Wi-Fi package costs eighteen pounds a day, the digital path to the heavens is cut off for the duration of the trip by the law of simple economics, and three separate storage devices will have to suffice until we get home. Eighteen pounds a day for goodness sake! Are the clouds that float above the ship gold plated? Do the signals have to be beamed to the USS Enterprise and back?
Still, the camera holds two cards which record everything simultaneously, and then there’s the external hard drive to back them up with. I tried storing them on the laptop itself as well, but I’ve taken so many pictures that it soon started to grumble about space constraints, especially if I started trying to work on any of them. Run a denoise routine - and there are plenty of shots that needed a bit of help when taken handheld at nearly four hundred millimetres - and the thing starts whirring furiously and throwing out more heat than a nuclear reactor. I’d hate to lose images from any trip, let alone one that offers the huge number of unique views this one was rewarding us with. You can say what you like about cruising, but there isn’t really any other way to see the land from this kind of perspective unless you’ve got a drone the size of a small helicopter. Or preferably a large helicopter and a pilot so you can sit in the passenger seat and concentrate on the views. But all of that sounds very drastic, and besides which the chances of there being a buffet on board are probably non-existent. Up here on deck, you’re never more than a hundred yards from a cup of tea and a chocolate brownie.
We were heading west out of Alesund at the end of a warm and sunny afternoon, making our way out to open sea before turning south towards Stavanger, the final Norwegian port of the trip. I spent an hour or two up on the sun deck, moving around from the bow to the stern, from port to starboard and back again, not wanting to miss a thing. It’s really quite something, sailing along such a dramatic and beautiful coastline. Every few minutes opens up a brand new view, or changes one you’ve already seen so drastically that you end up looking at it all over again with fresh eyes. Suddenly a gap might appear and reveal a huge fjord that until now was hidden between headlands where the shoulders of white mountains plunge down towards the sea. With the landscape changing as each minute passes, there’s no time to overthink compositions. You’re never sure what’s coming next, but the chances are it’ll be worth waiting for. All you can do is keep taking pictures and hoping that at least some of them will be up to scratch when they’re opened up on a larger screen later.
For a while there had been a series of islands and skerries of various sizes popping up along the starboard side, but as we began to move further out from the port we came to a point where nothing remained except for open sea. So I went down to our port facing cabin, where I could pull up a chair on the balcony and watch the passing of what landscape remained before moving further out to sea. And while I was there, out came the laptop. I’d stop now, settle with what I had already taken and get everything saved onto that third storage device. With this last session backed up on the hard drive, I shut the computer down and put everything away. And then a few minutes later everything was out again, as a shaft of late evening sunlight brushed a soft glow over one small area of the landscape with the subtlety of a Rembrandt. Better to have the camera within arm’s reach at all times until it’s completely dark, because there’s always another moment waiting for after you’ve switched off, and it doesn’t usually last for long.
Happy eyes
that have grown weary of looking.
Naked eyes that defy death,
that shine without fear.
A besieged gaze
with a scattered peephole,
without the old grudges
of a guilt that dreams of faith.
Eyes that cannot find
the gaze of exile,
the one that yearns for sincere colors
without its own tears.
The gaze flees
because so much has rained
that it merges with the weeping of desolation.
Eyes of mourning
of startled memory,
of shameless sadness
of a starry sky.
A sweet gaze
that survives people
and their defeat.
Eyes that smell of spring
of the nostalgia of silence,
of cold sheets
that defy courage and torture.
A faint gaze
weary,
that wears down ideas from overthinking them.
Eyes without pretexts
that sell nostalgia
without its abyss.
A simple gaze
that shelters the stumbles
and their panic.
Eyes that beat against the eyelids
until they want to convince me,
always celestial without so much pretense.
A gaze at the window
clandestine, unsociable,
without even blinking.
Enslaved eyes
distracted by the TV,
blue and radiant.
A gaze in reverse
how can I not love it,
its sadness lives on
with the years and the perfect writing.
Let them tell the eyes and their gaze
that everything will be green,
as far as the sea and the stars reach
hunger and its light.
by adame.vm
SIM card closed without reference
Location ° At The Green Story °
Nia Ashleigh - All the Same :::
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I’m always overthinking
Only give in when I’m drinking
Almost say it when you hold me
But then something in my heart starts closing
You told your mom about me
You make it all look easy
I still haven’t saved your number
Swore this time I wouldn’t run but
I need you to reassure me that you’ll be
With me in the present
When happy’s in the past tense
What happens when it fades away
We’re running out of pretty things to say
When it’s easier to go than to stay
Will you choose to love me, I’m afraid
What happens when we’re face to face
The only thing we see is our mistakes
When it’s easier to go than to change
Will you choose to love me all the same?
Don’t want dancing on the surface
Cause underneath I’m hurting
I’ll push you til I’m undeserving
And you decide that I'm not worth it
I keep getting defensive
Now I’m passive and aggressive
Could put my pride aside, but won’t let you see me cry
Find it safer to be self destructive
I need you to reassure me that you’ll be
With me in the present
When happy’s in the past tense
What happens when it fades away
We’re running out of pretty things to say
When it’s easier to go than to stay
Will you choose to love me, I’m afraid
Know I’m too much
I’m hard to love
But don’t give
Don't give this up
I’m too much
I’m hard to love
But don’t give
Don't give this up
What happens when it fades away
I’m running out of pretty things to say
Will you choose to love me?
Will you choose to love me all the same?
Sending love and light to anyone who reads this post. ✨✨✨
I'm not in my best moment right now while typing this. My mom is sick and I am asked to stay away from home just to be careful since I'm sickly too. My family is my greatest weakness and this pandemic has caused me to worry ALOT about them. But I am reminding myself that i should not forget in the darkness what God has promised to me in the light. He will take care of my family. Things will be alright. My mom will be alright.
I also find true solace in the fact that I have someone now who I can share my worries and my overthinking-out-of-this-world thoughts. I have always been one who keeps things on my own and go through things alone. My position in life obligates me to act strong in front of everyone but at the end of each day, I find myself talking to the wall and crying when it's just me in bed. But now, it is uplifting to have someone who you can be weak and be real, who listens to you and assures you things will be alright. It's not even the amount of hours we talk or the depth of advice he gives (we dont coz we have busy lives), it's simply knowing he is THERE. Thank you very much, Sam. You are not just my lover. You are my best friend. I love you 💕
And so to anyone in a dark spot right now, may lights guide you home - be it God, your family, your lover, your friend, your furbaby or even a box of pizza or a pint of ice cream - and that you would be able to able to find comfort and peace 💛
May the lamps of Diwali illuminate your life, may the colors of rangoli usher in happiness, may the delicious Diwali desserts add sweetness to your life, and may you be blessed with Almighty's choicest blessings 💛💛💛
"Started buying me coffee in the morning
You never do that
I'm stopping conversations, asking if I'm boring you
Why do I do that?
We feel bad for no good reason
Every word we're overthinking
Couldn't get it right, but, baby, we tried
Tried so hard to save us, but we're too far gone
So let's just make this a little easier, a little easier
Come meet me at our funeral and help me dig our grave
We'll say some words and shed a tear and then we'll walk away
Put the memories we made in a casket, roses in the rain
Come meet me at our funeral so we can dig our
We can dig our grave
Who's gonna be the first one to say it?
'Cause that's where we're at
We feel the same, but we're too scared to face it
We're better than that
Take my hand, we'll go together
What we had is here forever
Couldn't get it right, but, baby, we tried
Tried so hard to save us, but we're too far gone
So let's just make this a little easier, a little easier
Come meet me at our funeral and help me dig our grave
We'll say some words and shed a tear and then we'll walk away
Put the memories we made in a casket, roses in the rain
Come meet me at our funeral so we can dig our
We can dig our grave
Tried so hard to save us, but we're too far gone
So let's just make this a little easier, a little easier
Come meet me at our funeral and help me dig our grave
We'll say some words and shed a tear and then we'll walk away
Put the memories we made in a casket, roses in the rain
Come meet me at our funeral so we can dig our
We can dig our grave
We can dig our grave
We can dig our
Oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh
We can dig our"
Lyrics Source:
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Video:
From a Dublin trip last February: Late evening...That coat on the rack... a story unfolds. Sat on this image since then as I was unhappy with it; certain this should be B&W and it just didn't work... many, many versions created. Nope. Before giving up, I went back to the original unprocessed image and was stunned that it looked so good In colour. I'd forgotten! Took me all of five minutes to create this. Lesson learned: don't overthink.
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Sometimes, life invites us to let go, to move forward without overthinking,just following the rhythm of the wind. On this dock, between sky and water, she dances, light and carefree, savoring every moment before the morning mist fades away.
Ole 60 - Thoughts Of You
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Pocket change and prescription pills
Sitting on the window sill of a double queen
In some flat-top nowhere town
I'm all alone in this hotel room
With six dead strings and my thoughts of you
And I know I better write 'em down
Oh, eyes in line an' hands together
We almost made it through the weather
Looked up, laughed and said, "Where'd November go?"
Well, it's easier if you don't remember the way we always said forever
Forever don't mean nothin' anymore
Oh, what the hell was all that lovin' you for?
I'm lying here and I'm fighting sleep
Late at night, I overthink
The good, the bad, the in-betweens, and all
But then again, you never really meant to fall
Oh, eyes in line and hands together
We almost made it through the weather
We looked up, laughed and said, "Where'd November go?"
Well, it's easier if you don't remember the way we always said forever
Forever don't mean nothin' anymore
Oh, what the hell was all that lovin' you for?
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Even though I sound selfish
I'm all right, better off your mind
Even if the best years of my life have been lived I don't mind
I've been stalling on the coastline, staying out of sight
Been stoned and overthinking, misreading all your signs
I'm done watching on the action, eyeing from the side
So tired and out of patience, been blunt and out of line
Take a moment to reflect about this: every action you have done, every step you have taken has led you to this point... It's beautiful chaos, isn't it? This theory is what they call "The Butterfly Effect."
The idea that even the small actions you do, have an effect on your life in ways we can't even imagine. So, close your eyes and realize the power you hold in your hands... Every selection, every moment adds to the storyline of your existence. Take a moment to contemplate on the beauty of it all.
I have snowflake glass plugs now. Y'all need to know this.
These are by #Schoen. I'm currrently addicted to buying ALL THE THINGS for the Swallow Gauged Ears. But be warned; if you make things snowflake themed, you're going to have me on your doorstep regardless.
Mürk Tattoo is by Nuuna. Cult Eyes by Alexandrite.
Late edit. My teenage daughter just saw this and gave me a full on lecture about how I can get away on social media with male presenting nipples and its not fair. So yes - I've had my privilege checked appropriately, rest assured friends.
Later still edit. Snowflake glass plugs in my ears. Only my ears. I forgot to specify.
Daily Dog Challenge: Don't Overthink It.
Just a simple portrait of Kahn in the backyard, the day after having a lump removed from his right eyelid.
He's fine; he had plenty of loose skin around his eye so the right one is just a bit tighter, now :)
My friends, they wanna take me to the movies
I tell 'em to fuck off, I'm holding hands with my depression
And right when I think I've overcome it
Anxiety starts kicking in to teach that shit a lesson
Oh, I try my best just to be social
I make all these plans with friends and hope they call and cancel
Then I overthink about the things I’m missing
Now I'm wishing I was with 'em
Existensialist questions in my mind today. I can’t help overthinking. What does it mean to actually exist, be alive, have a body, feel? What’s it that ticks the souls trapped in these bodies? We’re like birds that are naturally taught to fly to the South when the right time comes but we don’t know how they know all about this. It’s like those billions of cells within me have their own way of communicating with each other to actually keep me alive but I have no clue about all those going on within me. Will I get a grasp of what has happened, what this life was all about when I leave this body?
Broken all the pieces I've been shaping lately
Focused on the things that didn't make no sense
Guess that growing up was never meant to be easy
Yeah, I got used to doing everything sideways
Didn't really care about how everyone felt
Hiding my emotions down in different ashtrays
Oh, but what is lost ain't gone
No, you can't just let go
'Cause it's a part of you that will make you strong
Embrace your flaws
I'm not gonna fight back what I've become
Yeah, I've got bruises where I came from
But I wouldn't change if I could restart
I ain't gonna hide these beautiful scars
I've been going way too hard on myself
Guess that it's the reason that I'm feeling like hell
But I wouldn't change if I could restart
I ain't gonna hide these beautiful scars
I went down a road that only got me nowhere
I've seen every corner, every inch of this place
Being all alone it really got me thinking
Maybe overthinking
That what is lost ain't gone
No, you can't just let go
'Cause it's a part of you that will make you strong
Embrace your flaws
Hide these beautiful scars...
So forward it is, without overthinking the destination too judiciously.
Happy New Years! No better day for an impulsive moment and a fresh "beginning again".
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Still not finding direction.
Which way to go?
Still flailing around in the dark.
Must I go so slow?
Still reaching out; to feel, to touch.
When will I stop groping for air and not finding much?
Oh to breathe a sigh of relief!
Oh gosh...there goes that elusive leaf...
I take solace in just one thing: Today's winter will eventually turn into tomorrow's renewed spring.
This was taken on an adventure with a good friend at Big Talbot Island on the Boneyard Beach. It was my first time among the driftwood. It was eerie and oh so beautiful. So much movement!
My imagination was intrigued and going a mile a minute. My mind tends to do that. Sometimes having an active imagination is helpful when creating and sometimes it is not. My friend encourages me to stay calm and focus of the things I can do. Sometimes all we can do is hold on during our storms in life. Today, I would encourage you all to focus on what is really important and don't let the little things distract you.
Thanks for your kind favs and comments! I'll come visit your thoughts and fine photos soon.
This is my second photo in the series "A Colorless World"
A triple image.
"The tide is high, but I'm holding on" ~ Blondie
Taken @ Lost Lagoon
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People like me fall in love too fast
Give their heart away, don't get it back
People like me like to overthink
Every little word, every little thing
Don't matter how much you calculatе
Someone will find something to hatе
So I'ma let it go, wanna be free
Of all the wondering, wondering
If people like me
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... and sometimes it's good not to overthink, just point and shoot....
I had just been to this beach the previous evening and was looking forward to a casual night at home but high clouds streaming in over Marin looked too promising to ignore. Off to the beach again! No need to overthink things. I set up at this popular spot with the primary subject right smack in the center of the frame. I especially liked the way the white veins of quartz in the foreground rocks mimic the surrounding water channels. It wasn't until after the sun slipped below the horizon that the high clouds above were painted with intense pink and orange light. The burn lasted long enough to wait for a more powerful wave to sweep high up the beach. It was a good winter evening in Northern California.
20/52
I'm trying to catch up on this project. I'm still a couple weeks behind, but I have pictures from them that still need to be edited.
I could consider this a part of my "home" series, since I made myself a home among those plants that I saw, but it feels so different from the others that I'm not sure if it should be included.
I shot this on a foggy day, by myself, in the cold, and it was just the self portrait therapy I needed. I ventured out to a field that I've been wanting to shoot at since I've been back at school and pass by all the time. It was the right time to shoot, and I've been overthinking a lot so I just went out and did it. I think that was all I needed, but I'm getting back into planned shoots, and I'm excited to share them with all you soon.
Situational thinking deals with situations, the content of which "we apprehend but cannot comprehend" with experiences that include insights that are beyond the reach of expression. Heschel says: "In our religious situation we do not comprehend the transcendent; we are present at it, we witness it. Whatever we know is inadequate; whatever we say is an understatement...The entire range of religious thought and expression is a sublimation of a presymbolic knowledge which the awareness of the ineffable provides. That awareness can only be sublimated into rational symbols.
-John C. Merkle, The Genesis of Faith-The Depth Theology of Abraham Joshua Heschel, pg. 46
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We must beware lest we violate the holy, lest our dogmas overthink the mystery, lest our psalms sing it away. The right interpretation is given to one who covers his face, "afraid to look at God," to one who, when the vision is forced on him says: "I am undone...for mine eyes have seen the King." We can only drink the flow of thoughts out of the rock of their words. Only words that would not be trite in the presence of a dying man, only ideas that would not pale in the face of the rising sun or in the midst of a violent earthquake: "God is One" or: "Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord of Hosts..." may be used as metaphors in Speaking of God.
The ineffable will only enter a word in the way in which the hour to come will enter the path of time: when there shall be no other hours in the way. It will speak when of all words only one will be worthwhile. For the mystery is not always evasive. It confides itself at rare moments to those who are chosen.
-Abraham Joshua Heschel, Man is not Alone, pg. 60