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I suppose I have to make a bit of a fuss. The light wasn't very good and the weather has been unusually warm, dry, and stable since about the end of March, making everything a bit boring. Fascadale needs a shake up to create more patterns. I need a good crashing sea, waves and high tides, and heavy rain to wash the black grit out of the surrounding mountains, and carry it down across the white seashell sand below the pebble beach. We've had none of that for ages, so I set out again wishing it was less than an hour over bumpy, twisty, single track road and tracks to get to Fascadale. But I needed an escape from washing up, changing beds and cleaning everything at the B&B, early breakfasts for guests and waiting up for arrivals late at night way past our check-in time. And the resentment I feel for those who bleat the word "Skye". WTF is it with that place? Talk about sheep. They all go there, and then moan about the roads, the queues to get in car parks and the thousands of people bespoiling and contaminating the grandeur and beauty of the landscape, how there are no toilets, no where to get a meal or accommodation because they don't book in advance, potholed roads, cancelled ferries,.......... and midges. But still they flock there and never discover amazing places, where you can be surprised and amazed that you were clever enough to find somewhere and have it to yourself.
Anyhow, my mind was somewhat purified by the time I got to Fascadale. There wasn't a soul about, and I had the sandy beach to myself, and Effie. Spotting these foxgloves I quickly knelt to steady my shot, twisting the zoom barrel of my Nikon 24-120f4 lens to frame the picture. And then I sensed something wasn't quite right. Lowering the camera I saw that the whole front half of the lens had separated from the part mounted to the camera body, and the front was now floating loose, and in imminent danger of dropping glass side first onto the granite stones. Oh shit, I've experienced this once before, about 45 years ago, when a Hoya zoom fell into a load of metal and glass pieces in my hands, and 6,000 miles, and weeks from land, I had no choice but try to reassemble it, with a sharp penknife as a screwdriver. But after alot of trial and error, test and retest I managed it. But today, stuck on the remote beach at Fascadale....what to do? Fortunately experience made the difference and after some trial and error, and occasional brute force it was back in one piece and seems to be working. This is my test shot! Behind is the skyline of the Small Isles, Rum (left), Eigg (right). Beautiful and unspoilt Ardnamurchan, any equal of Skye
Exploring Le'eaf Forest Retreat go see for yourself!
Self-sabotage or self-preservation?
Glassy-eyed devotion or mystic isolation?
Guess we don't know and I guess we don't care
I'm your emergency contact when you're feeling scared
Guess we don't know and I guess we don't care
I'm your emergency contact when you're feeling scared
We absorb it from the air
Store resentment in our heavy hair
I'm alone now in the TV glare
Pulling out my heavy hair
We absorb it from the air
Store resentment in our heavy hair
I'm alone now in the TV glare
Pulling out my, pulling out my
♫: in my ears..
After all of the stealing and cheating
You probably think that I hold resentment for you
But uh-uh, oh no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do
I wouldn't know just how capable
I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you, 'cause it
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
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Michelle Josef is only drumming with top bands since about 2000 and is around 70 years old (1953). That is unusual to break into a music business that late in your life. Another unusual fact is that this woman was drummer of the year for Country Music Association in 1997 Bohdan Hluszko, prior her transgender surgery. I have never seen Bohdan, only knew Michelle seeing her with several blues bands. I am pretty sure that there was some resentment with the country music fans some 20 years ago, but it's water under bridge now.
I was attending a fundraiser for 'Red Door Family shelter' and the drummer was one of the musicians who played last 2 years at this event. He was part of the 'Social House Band': Margaret Stowe- guitar, voice, Roberta Hunt on keys, voice, Rebecca Hennessy - trumpet, voice, Russ Bosswell on bass, Jamie Stager - trombone and Michelle Josef - drums.
415. Toronto. P1240221; Taken 2024-Nov 10. Upload 2025-Mar 20.
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Sacré-Cœur Basilica is a Roman Catholic church and minor basilica in Paris, France, dedicated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus.
Sacré-Cœur Basilica is located at the summit of the butte Montmartre, the highest point in the city. It is a popular landmark, and the second-most visited monument in Paris. Sacré-Cœur Basilica has maintained a perpetual adoration of the Holy Eucharist since 1885. The basilica was designed by Paul Abadie. Construction began in 1875 and was completed in 1914. The basilica was consecrated after the end of World War I in 1919.
It is considered as both a political and cultural monument, representing a national penance for the defeat of France in the 1870 Franco-Prussian War and for the actions of the Paris Commune of 1871. The church was constructed close to the site of the beginning of the Paris Commune where, on March 18, 1871, Communard soldiers killed two French army generals and seized a park full of artillery. There was (and remains) a feeling of resentment on the French left that the massacre of the Communards was commemorated by a temple of a fundamentally conservative religion. So great was the dislike of Sacré-Cœur at the fin de siècle that the Montmartre group of artists, including van Gogh, Matisse, Degas and Toulouse-Lautrec, decamped en masse to Montparnasse.
Tous les animaux sont nés avec l’innocence , la curiosité et l’amour . Les animaux ne regardent qu’avec leurs yeux . Les animaux ne parlent pas , ils n’en ont pas besoin non plus , puisqu’ils sont experts dans le maniement du langage de l’âme . Dans leurs regards , vous ne trouverez pas de jugements , d’exigences ou de ressentiments . Vous ne trouverez que de la tendresse et de l’affection …
All Animals are born with innocence , curiosity and love . Animals only see with their eyes . Animals don’t talk , but they don’t need to either , since they are experts in handling the language of the soul . In their eyes , you won’t find judgment , demands , or resentments . You will find only tenderness and affection …
Maman renard et son petit renardeau . / Mother Fox and her little fox cub .
Merci beaucoup pour votre visite , vos favoris et vos commentaires ! Ils sont très appréciés !
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Sagi Musume kabuki dance kimono part 6
from synopsis by Abe Satomi
Punishment in hell
The stage darkens again, and when the musical tone changes, the girl reveals her red under-kimono, showing her going mad with resentment. She does another quick change to reveal her bird self, and blood oozes from her injured shoulder. In the heavy snowfall, she suffers the torments of hell for having fallen in love. The lyrics describe the state of hell, and the music gains momentum. The girl, taking her final breaths, desperately moves her wings in a piteous attempt to survive. She finally loses her strength and succumbs.
In my fear of condemnation
I became silent in my pain
Perhaps this was why it was easier
To talk to the dead in the rain
No barrier to climb
No reason for judgement
Nothing left to gain
But sharing sorrows
And resentments
Revisiting old haunts and lost loves
Understanding yet again
It was safer in the darkness
Hiding away instead
Sharing this empathy
Quietly
With the dead
This piece of work starts off another series of images and poems that I have been working on based around a visit to Alfriston Church in Sussex, UK, and will be the start of another Album on Flickr, and no doubt some of these works will find their way onto my website.
If you have been following my work you will know that I often strike a melancholy note in my writing, however with this series of works from Alfriston they are of a much darker tone. When I visited this place with my camera I found it had a very unsettling atmosphere and if I am truthful I have to admit that I did not enjoy it very much. But out of this has come an opportunity to explore a different pathway that involved some interesting self-analysis.
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After all you put me through
You think I'd despise you
But in the end, I want to thank you
'Cause you've made me that much stronger
Well, I thought I knew you, thinkin' that you were true
Guess I, I couldn't trust, called your bluff, time is up
'Cause I've had enough
You were there by my side, always down for the ride
But your joy ride just came down in flames
'Cause your greed sold me out in shame, mhm
After all of the stealing and cheating
You probably think that I hold resentment for you
But uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do, I wouldn't know
Just how capable I am to pull through
So I want to say thank you, 'cause it
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah, aha
Never saw it coming, all of your backstabbing
Just so you could cash in on a good thing
Before I'd realize your game, aha
I heard you're goin' 'round playin' the victim now
But don't even begin feeling I'm the one to blame
'Cause you dug your own grave
After all of the fights and the lies
'Cause you're wanting to haunt me
But that won't work anymore, no more aha, it's over
'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now and never back down
So I want to say thank you, 'cause it
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter
How could this man I thought I knew
Turn out to be unjust, so cruel?
Could only see the good in you
Pretended not to know the truth
You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself
Through living in denial
But in the end you'll see, you won't stop me
I am a fighter and I (I'm a fighter)
I ain't gonna stop (I ain't gonna stop)
There is no turning back, I've had enough
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder (Yeah)
It makes me that much wiser (Oh yeah)
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster (Yeah)
Made my skin a little bit thicker (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Makes me that much smarter (Yeah)
So thanks for making me a fighter (Figther)
You thought I would forget but I, I remembered (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
'Cause I remembered (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I remembered
You thought I would forget (Ooh-ooh)
I remembered (Ooh-ooh)
'Cause I remembered (Ooh)
I remembered
~Christina Aguilera
Song: Fighter
For those unfamiliar with the term, stink eye is the in vogue term for the old fashioned dirty look. It's commonly administered with a lowering of the eyebrows to express dislike or doubt (an older colloquialism would be the hairy eyeball).
You’re like my mother and I couldn’t have guessed it.
Barely a month into therapy before you decided that your great breakthrough? Was that I am the cause of all that vitriol.
And months from now, when this lease is over, I doubt I’ll cross your mind.
Meanwhile, for years, I’ll have to scrub you out of the grooves in mine.
Eventually, I'll carve you out from within my spine.
I’ll grow new skin, shave my head, change all the things about me you claimed to love, before the end.
I’ll never love Denver the same way again.
I heard you laugh and the image of an old television popped into my head.
I could hear the shattering of glass, feel the hair on the back of my neck stand.
So I searched for rage rooms, in a feeble attempt to destroy something else instead.
I wanted to feel the bat in my hands, see the destruction I could rend.
I wanted to chew on glass and choke on my blood sooner than, in you invest again.
I wanted to crush the slivers in my bare hands.
I rather that, than to hear your laugh again.
Six months of my life with you, I was a walking ghost.
Not an ounce of notice, guess you forgot I am prone to losing focus.
Meanwhile I’m not here, you ran around bragging saying you were so proud.
But your silence on the real matters was just so very loud.
I called you supportive and eager, I sang your praises into the ether.
Yet you held every sin like a flower and planted them all into a garden of resentment.
Regardless you credited me with all of your discontentment.
You hid this garden so well that I never dared look, but-
I’ve seen what you can do, with no remorse;
Hell you even blamed me for your damn divorce.
So here I am, this the year 2023, the world quaking just beyond every glowing screen, crying over a human who couldn’t see.
That for six months I wasn’t me.
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I decided to post a very vulnerable human experience. I'm not really going much deeper than this post.
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Photo Finish play by Peter Ustinov offers an intense experience of peeking through the pinhole to be thrilled by life memory recollection and resentment. The delusion is immensely intensified by the frailty of the main actor and narrowed vision field of opera glasses.
Onryou (怨霊 vengeful spirit) is an important element of the Japanese folk belief. Masakado-zuka (将門塚) in the very centre of Oote-machi near the previous photo is a typical example of Onryou.
The site is in the compound of the modern high-rise headquarters of Mitsui & Co. Ltd. which is one of the largest general trading companies (総合商社 Sougou Shousha) in Japan.
The shrine was established in 1307, which was well before Edo Castle was built. Fearing Tatari (祟りvengeance, curse), nobody thinks of moving the small shrine to elsewhere.
Taira-no-Masakado (平将門 903-940) was a minor member of the aristocratic Taira clan based in the present-day Ibaraki prefecture in eastern Japan. He revolted against the Emperor and temporally controlled the Kantou region but killed by a Shogun dispatched from Kyoto in 940. His head was sent to Kyoto for public display.
It is believed that the spirits of those who died with resentment would bring about plagues and natural disasters unless adequate homage is paid to comfort them. It is identical or similar to Tatarigami (祟り神) as appeared in Hayao Miyazaki's Princess Mononoke.
Onryou also has some resemblance to Nat in Myanmar in that both are spirits of people who died with unhappy endings.
Character: Lyric La Rei
Character Model: Creature
Roleplay Sim: Isle of Daphna
Song: Aviators "Remains"
Link: youtu.be/aZ1pCyFK_kY
Human minds
Frail and scared
Freed by death, and death is fair
Hopeless souls
Play a part
In my wicked work of art
Such relief
Every time
Taking life, to take what's mine
At the end
Here we lie
Here we're killers or we die
When the world was turned to gray
The hatred wouldn't go away
Resentment in chains
In the coldest of all hearts
A voice descends, the light departs
Madness remains
Play the game
Paint your scene
Taking this to the extreme
Masterpiece
Dark design
Your last moments, only mine
It's a need
Here in dust
Kill the world that stole from us
Take your place
Let it be
In my crimson symphony
When the world was turned to gray
The hatred wouldn't go away
Resentment in chains
In the coldest of all hearts
A voice descends, the light departs
Madness remains
I feel it in my bones
A need to be your god
A need to strike you down
When order disappeared
And madness took control
The conscience in me drowned
I want to be your guide
Into the afterlife
It's a gift, look past the pain like I do
I want to see your eyes
Just before your demise
When only fear remains inside you
When the world was turned to gray
The hatred wouldn't go away
Resentment in chains
In the coldest of all hearts
A voice descends, the light departs
Madness remains
Edition :Photoshop & Snapseed
Hoy dormiré desnuda,
piel huérfana de maquillaje y tejido
frágil cáscara, cuero vivo.
El cansancio y el peso se quedarán fuera
ni el dolor, ni la esperanza cruzarán la puerta,
apagaré las palabras y desmontaré el pensamiento.
Me despojaré de prejuicios, rencores y decepciones.
Atraparé un sueño cristalino, sin fondo ni motivo,
sueños atrapados en una noche sin costuras.
...................
Today I will sleep naked,
orphan skin of makeup and tissues
fragile shell, live leather.
Fatigue and weight will be out
neither pain nor hope will cross the door,
I will turn off the words and dismantle the thought.
I will shed prejudices, resentments and disappointments.
I will catch a crystalline dream, without background or motive,
dreams stuck in a night without seams
As society becomes more unequal, it fragments. Empathy withers … Those at the bottom of the pile can gape at those at the top, but they can’t empathise with them. Those at the top don’t gaze at those at the bottom; they shudder with distaste or fear or both. The ‘squeezed middle’ looks up with resentment, and down with trepidation.
-Michael Sandel, What Money Can’t Buy: The Moral Limits of Markets (Allen Lane, London, 2012), pp. 202–3, quoted in Marquand, Mammon’s Kingdom, p. 122.
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Nihonbashi (日本橋) is the name of the bridge in the photo as well as of the area surrounding the bridge. It means Japan Bridge and had been the centre of commerce in Edo. It is the Kilometre Zero of the Japanese road network.
The bridge is built over the Nihonbashi-gawa river (日本橋川) that forms eastern sections of Sotobori. It is the old course of the river now called the Kandagawa (神田川) that used to be called the Hirakawa (平川) before it was diverted to flow through the Kanda area.
Wooden bridges had been built here in the Edo period. Reflecting its historical importance, the existing stone arch bridge adorned with sculptures of lion and Kirin was constructed in 1911 to be a symbol of Tokyo. However, the flyover of Metropolitan Expressway insensitively constructed in 1963 above the bridge effectively spoiled its dignity.
In response to the growing public resentment, the government of Tokyo decided recently to remove part of the flyover by constructing underground tunnels. It is a huge project scheduled to be completed in 2040.
The high-rise building under construction is part of the Nihonbashi re-development project lead by Mitsui Fudosan Co., Ltd. in response to the construction of Metropolitan Expressway tunnels.
On 25 July 1593, with the encouragement of the great love of his life, Gabrielle d'Estrées, the king Henry IV of France permanently renounced Protestantism, thus earning the resentment of the Huguenots and his former ally Queen Elizabeth I of England. He was said to have declared that Paris vaut bien une messe ("Paris is well worth a mass")
From Wikipedia: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_IV_of_France#.22Paris_is_well...
This is another unexpected statue in Odaiba.
As you are aware, the original Statue of Liberty was a gift from the people of France to the USA in 1886.
A 1/4 replica of the statue was given back to France by the U.S. citizens in France in 1989, which was placed near the Grenelle Bridge on the Île aux Cygnes in the Seine.
After the visits of Commodore Matthew Perry in 1853 and 1854, the Tokugawa shogunate reluctantly signed trade treaties not only with the USA but also with major Western powers including France in 1858. They were known to be “unequal” treaties in many aspects, which caused a nation-wide resentment leading finally to the Meiji Restoration in 1868.
Tokyo is a sister city of Paris.
The statue in Paris was rented out to Tokyo in 1998 and placed in Odaiba for one year as a symbol of the event celebrating the 140th year of friendship between the two countries.
After the statue was retuned to Paris, people demanded its replica be placed at the same site, which was realised in 2000 with the cooperation from the French government.
It is interesting in that Rainbow Bridge in the background was constructed by Kawasaki Heavy Industries that was once managed by Matsukata Koujirou whose Western art collection was confiscated by the French government and is now exhibited in the National Western Art Museum.
I also wonder how the iron man Egawa who constructed the Odaiba battery also in the background would have felt about this sight.
The photo shows that a large number of spectators are inbound tourists.
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When there is a call to tradition, when reason and critical scrutiny are rejected, pluralism and difference denied, the parliament sidelined and jurisdiction compromised, when there is machismo and resentment, language degraded to newspeak, the cult of the "strong" man and the creation of a new military force obedient to the leader only? Is this the real thing? Is fascism on the march in the US? Fuji X-Pro3 plus Samyang telephoto mirror lens.
When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways
Taking different roads
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Swans always inspire admiration for their beauty and grace
These birds are a symbol of rebirth, purity, nobility and wisdom
Park in the National Expocentre of Ukraine. Kyiv.
Link to Prologue "The Play of Mind"
... Learning to forgive is not easy. Resentments will pass over the years, even faces will be forgotten through time. You cannot be good for everyone, and sometimes you have to say goodbye to those you love. Don't you dare regret the past. Whoever has to - will be there for you.
"Cry all your tears let the sky rain upon you and wash out your eyes cry all your tears and when they dry spread your wings like to phoenix and rise. nothing can prepare you for a fire that hot we think it’s easy to let go of it all but it’s not so grab hold of these hands we reach out to you alone we are lost together will pull through." - ♫♫Tune♫♫
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I cleanse myself of all selfishness, resentment, critical feelings for my fellow beings, self-condemnation, and misinterpretation of my life experiences. I bathe myself in generosity, appreciation, praise and gratitude for my fellow beings, self-acceptance, and enlightened understanding of my life experiences. So mote it be.
The Florida Scrub-Jay is the only species of bird to be exclusively found in the state of Florida. Many people believe this should've been Florida's State Bird.
However, since it is found only in some pockets around the state it was not chosen as a State Bird. Instead....we got the Northern Mockingbird.
Do you wonder why its feathers have been ruffled these days???:)
(Warning, this description contains politics and controversial topics, solely for the purpose of this image and it's theme)
Right off the bat, yes, this is a heavily edited shot. I fantasized a very specific look I wanted from this composition and this was the result. All I wanted with this shot was to make it look more noire, particularly inspired by the cinematography of The Batman (2022).
Portland really is a rather depressing city. A shell of a once prosperous place, eaten out by it's dissatisfaction and insatiability for what it perceives as equity. Poor living conditions, tents on the roadside yet to be cleaned up, crawling with antifa. But perhaps that's the sad legacy of major American cities, where people don't live as hard, thrive on higher business to live, and dare I say don't contribute to the needs of the country as much as they think they do. My own resentment matches theirs. It's a shadowy topic to discuss, they're drawn to different opinions like airborne viruses. Responsibility doesn't hang heavy in these vicinities anymore. I've tried and tried to find a source for the outcome, and it keeps coming up empty. Maybe it was all just predetermined to happen. (That's the kind of thing I wanted this shot to exude).
Fatalism can be a good belief to apply to certain situations, but it can never be treated as a core belief, because that means you believe you're never at fault and everything you do is decided by something else. The victimhood perspective is overplayed these days and is amplified by more social thought structures like fatalism.
I foresee this shot not doing too well because it's in almost no way real. Everything in the frame is real. I did go to St John's Bridge and I did take this photo, but nothing is how it originally looked. From the sky to the bridge to the street, to the lamps (that weren't on). But I figured this would be a good shot to work on with October around the corner. I don't think I'll take this many creative liberties again for a long while, hope you enjoy anyway.
"Humor is the great thing, the saving thing, after all. The minute it crops up, all our hardnesses yield, all our irritations and resentments flit away, and a sunny spirit takes their place."
Mark Twain
Michelle Josef is only drumming with top bands since 1997 and is almost 70 years old. That is unusual to break into a music business that late in your life. Another unusual fact is that this woman was drummer of the year for Country Music Association in 1997 Bohdan Hluszko, prior her transgender surgery. I have never seen Bohdan, only knew Michelle seeing her with several blues bands. I am pretty sure that there was some resentment with the country music fans some 20 years ago, but it's water under bridge now.
I was attending a fundraiser for Red Door Family shelter and Michelle Josef played drums with the event blues band.
278. Toronto. P1020419; Taken 2023-Nov 05. Upload 2023-Dec 29.
From Wikipedia:
Sacré-Cœur, Paris or The Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Paris is located at the summit of the butte Montmartre, the highest point in the city. It is a popular landmark, and the second-most visited monument in Paris. Sacré-Cœur Basilica has maintained a perpetual adoration of the Holy Eucharist since 1885. The basilica was designed by Paul Abadie. Construction began in 1875 and was completed in 1914. The basilica was consecrated after the end of World War I in 1919.
It is considered as both a political and cultural monument, representing a national penance for the defeat of France in the 1870 Franco-Prussian War and for the actions of the Paris Commune of 1871. The church was constructed close to the site of the beginning of the Paris Commune where, on March 18, 1871, Communard soldiers killed two French army generals and seized a park full of artillery. There was (and remains) a feeling of resentment on the French left that the massacre of the Communards was commemorated by a temple of a fundamentally conservative religion. So great was the dislike of Sacré-Cœur at the fin de siècle that the Montmartre group of artists, including van Gogh, Matisse, Degas and Toulouse-Lautrec, decamped en masse to Montparnasse. However, several prominent Commune participants, including the anarchist Louise Michel, and the head of the Committee of Public Safety of Montmartre, Jean Baptiste-Clement, returned from exile and resettled in Montmartre.
They were caught red handed. Finally, when they managed to escape the ropes tied to a chair, their mysterious kidnapper returned and tied them up again. This time, they surely did a better job.
Asahi crawls over the floor, pulling his brother behind him who's tied to him at his hands and feet. Heavily breathing through the cloth in his mouth, he gives off angrily noises followed by a loud shrieking: "HMM!! Fuh haa hngg! - HHHNNGG!!!"
With an innocent manner Hayden shrugs his shoulders. "Hmm hah mm."
Calmer Asahi continues: "Hmm."
Meanwhile Hayden starts giggling.
Asahi sighs and murmurs muffled through the gag in his mouth: "Hn kek hah hawk. Het's ki am pmmmh."
Translation:
"Don't pull my hands so hard!", he complains to Hayden and shrieks as he suddenly feels something groping his butt. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm trying to get my hands free!", Hayden replied in an innocent tone.
"That felt different for a moment."
"No shame in checking out a bro's butt." Hayden snickers while Asahi tries to dial 911 with his nose. In resentment he sighs.
"That's not going to work. Your nose is more pointy than mine!", he glances over his shoulder to his brother. "Let's switch positions."
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Henlo my lovely ladies and lords! (*´▽`*)
I hope y'all have an amazing start into this new year.
I'm super glad to take this picture with my brother Hayden, who's such a big inspiration to me. Not just in artistic ways but also as a person. Thank you for taking your time to pose with me and making this picture possible! AND of course: For giving me this idea.
Haydog's reference: • Reference Picture •
Feel free to check out the • Original Picture •
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- Credit -
On Hayden:
(coming soon)
Net shirt: Hotdog - Fishnet top
On Asahi:
Hair: Dura - B103
Head: LeLUTKA - Kane
Skin: Stray Dog - Hikaru
Eyes: Storybook - Yoongi Eyes
Horns: [CerberusXing] - Mara Horns
Shirt: ::Gabriel:: - Off shoulder Shirt
Top: RIOT - Blake Tank
Net Shirt: Hotdog - Fishnet top
Pants: [Gild] - Get up pants
Necklace: ::Gabriel:: - Long chain collar
Ropes: GRIMA - Shibari Harness
Mouth gag: FAKEICON - basal mouth sock
Decoration:
Skybox: VARONIS - La Chandelle
Chairs: Sway's - Tied up Chair
Phone: Soy. - Telephone
Rug: Nutmeg. - Warm Respite Rug Decor
Table: Nutmeg. - Old Wooden Table
Blanket: Nutmeg. - Warm Respite Floor Blanket
Gramophone: Nutmeg. - Soul Collector's Phonograph
Magnifier: Nutmeg. - Soul Collector's Magnifier
Basket: Nutmeg. - Disarray Wicker Basket
(Adirondacks NY)
I walked the road, exploring points of ingress down into the dark gloom of the gorge. When the morning light broke through, I spoke to myself as is my wont when getting busy, momentarily forgetting the chattering volume of the creek in its headlong flight. All places have a voice, especially when water runs through them. The tenor of it is loud and rushing here, a spate of words directed at those who will feel them. I feel them. They are cold and calculated, made colder by the icy teeth they pass through in righteous indignation, as if they are the only force of nature in this world. That I dare to stand here almost seems to raise the volume, a white noise of assumptions for the flesh and blood it would rather wash away. I stay anyways, and expose my images while the light is good and the clarity is steady. I have been around long enough to endure near-apocalyptic events. I’ve listened to the waters roar in a Babel-like cacophony trying to move all of their obstructions away, and in the end, they just rearrange grievance. If I follow this water from start to end, the dispute at its mouth is resentment for the river it must flow into, and that one in turn, and each in succession to the sea. And I will come back to stand on bedrock, that none can ever wash away.
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買い物から帰宅したら
冷凍庫に楽しみに置いてあったあずきバーを
ひでたんが食べてました(＇ｪ＇)
ので!!!
ｽﾞﾋﾞｼｯと脇腹にくらわせました。
あずきバーの恨みはこわいぞっ(*`艸´)ｳｼｼｼ
After returning home from shopping ...
Azuki bar that was in the freezer has been eaten!
Ice Bar !!
I was looking forward to!!
I attack his flank !!!
Ice of resentment. lol
Sadness and resentment in the face of another person's happiness or possessions, the desire to have what the other person has.
Péché no.4 - L'envie
La tristesse et le ressentiment face au bonheur ou aux biens d'autrui, le désir de posséder ce que possède l'autre.
Montreal, Canada
― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
“Holding up an oil-paper umbrella,
I loiter aimlessly in the long, long
And lonely rainy alley,
I hope to encounter
A lilac-like girl
Nursing her resentment
A lilac-like color she has
A lilac-like fragrance,
A lilac-like sadness,
Melancholy in the rain,
Sorrowful and uncertain;
She loiters aimlessly in this lonely rainy alley
Holding up an oil-paper umbrella
Just like me
And just like me
Walks silently,
Apathetic, sad and disconsolate
Silently she moves closer
Moves closer and casts
A sigh-like glance
She glides by
Like a dream
Hazy and confused like a dream
As in a dream she glides past
Like a lilac spray,
This girl glides past beside me;
She silently moves away, moves away
Up to the broken-down bamboo fence,
To the end of the rainy alley.
In the rains sad song,
Her color vanishes
Her fragrance diffuses,
Even her
Sigh-like glance,
Lilac-like discontent
Vanish.
Holding up an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Aimlessly walking in the long, long
And lonely rainy alley,
I wish for
A lilac-like girl
Nursing her resentment glide by.”
― Dai Wangshu
Blog Post
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A closer view of one of the black cats on the roof of the Black Cat House.
The Cat House, designed by the architect Friedrich Schefel, was built in 1909. Friedrich Schefel and Heinrich Scheel are regarded as pioneers of Riga Art Nouveau architecture. The building was owned by a wealthy Latvian trader who, out of bitter resentment for not being admitted to the Great Guild, put cat figures bearing expressive postures on the roof of his building. Tails of the cat figures were turned to the Great Guild building thus expressing the owner's attitude towards the offending organization of traders. The Cat House, built in the style of a medieval castle, was completed with colours of Art Nuveau palette, bringing colourfulness and romantics to the entire city and a share of sarcasm on the turrets of the house too.