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Now you may or may not have noticed my absence the last five days or so (it doesn't really matter) but I've been having a bit of a think about my social media use. I'd allowed myself to get bogged down by the amount of likes I wasn't getting on another social media site, so had a bit of a break to collect my thoughts. It's all very easy to compare yourself to others in this modern internet age and wonder what am I doing wrong? Why won't this person follow me back? Why did they like this pic and not another? It's a potentially endless track of whys and a descent into inferiority complexes. I'm certainly not immune to this so have been trying to get back to why Francesca exists in the first place. Does she exist solely to to appeal to my desire to get people to like me, to make me feel attractive or fulfil a need that male me doesn't provide? Or more likely is she just part of the whole package of who I am? Now these aren't exactly new thoughts or things I've not already considered in the past. The question is this time will I actually alter myself with the answers I've come up with? Only time will tell I guess, but in the short term I'm going to try and embrace this side of me, for me. Therefore when Francesca comes out it won't be to take photos to appeal to my sense of vanity, it will be because I want to be Francesca. Doesn't mean I won't take any, but I won't be doing so merely for the sake of it. Cesca out xx
Thought I'd better do a heelgrab in these cool new shoes. See next couple of posts for more about them.
This woodpigeon has been sitting on my car roof all weekend and i thought this look was good.
The common wood pigeon (Columba palumbus) is a large species in the dove and pigeon family. It belongs to the genus Columba and, like all pigeons and doves, belongs to the family Columbidae. It is locally known in southeast England as the "culver";[2] This name has given rise to several areas known for keeping pigeons to be named after it, such as Culver Down.
the early thought was the 'big flick' in 2010 and became the Earth Hour
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Haneburg is a castle in East Frisia, Germany. It is one of the few buildings remaining of the Renaissance time in north-west Germany, which was much affected by the Netherlands. The castle was built by the chieftain of Leer, Hayo Unken, in the middle of the 15th century.
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Lost!
Just because I'm losing
Doesn't mean I'm lost
Doesn't mean I'll stop
Doesn't mean I'm across
Just because I'm hurting
Doesn't mean I'm hurt
Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserved
No better and no worse
I just got lost!
Every river that I tried to cross
Every door I ever tried was locked
Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off
You might be a big fish
In a little pond
Doesn't mean you've won
'Cause along will come
A bigger one
And you'll be lost!
Every river that you tried to cross
Every gun you ever held went off
Oh and I'm just waiting til the firing's stopped
Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off
Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off
Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off
Thoughts are the "Seeds of our Deeds" and sometimes a good Thought is like a Birth, an Eyeblink at the beginning of a Row evolving to the Deeds we later do, following our Knowledge we found while thinking... It is still awesome for me to see how we experience this Moments. There are Developemnets in my Past I still remember where, or better when they started, when there was the first Spark of an Idea or Thought... Looking back it is almost unbelieveable how "that Eyeblink" grow to such a Size. We kould say your Life, the Days and Deeds are the Fruits of your Work on Thinking you´ve done earlier, so your Thoughts are very important my Friend, don´t allow you to think and believe Everything!
(...like Eating: too much or the wrong Diet would deprave your Stomach...)
pART of Pure candidus
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I just recently found out that what I thought was one doll with one name, was actually three dolls with three names and two origins!
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Me: Girls! Girls! Guess what! You are probably a Dasty and a Denny, not a Dusty at all! Now you can have one name each!
Dusty: ...
Dusty: ...
Me: What? Not even a giggle? You usually laugh at everyth...
Dusty: MmmOOwwaahh haha ha ha ha!!
Dusty: Whee hehehehehh hehe he!!
Me: Ah. Here we go.
Dusty: Look at that! Ha ha, it says Sport Girl. Not Sports Girl!
Dusty: Ha ha, and that Denny looks just like us! She even has the same fashion. Outrageously funny! Ha ha ha!!
Me: Yes, that was what I was trying to tell you. You two came wearing these outfits, therefore I strongly think you are produced in Germany and named Dasty and Denny.
Dusty: ...
Dusty: ...
Me: It's not a bad thing girls. It's actually quite nice to..
Dusty: Ich bin Denny! Ha hahaa!! (I am Denny)
Dusty: Wir sind besser als Dusty! Ich bin Dasty! (We are better than Dusty! I am Dasty!) Ha ha ha!!
Me: Oh boy! Perhaps I shouldn't have enlightened them.
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I beg your pardon to all who speaks German. I used 'Google translate' so it might not be correct.
All these dolls look the same to me, so couldn't say for sure if they are Dusty, Dasty or Denny.
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Just learnt there's also a Jenny!
I originally posted this image a year ago and the more I looked at it, the more unsatisfied I became. Sometimes reworking an image can pay off for the look one hopes to showcase. For me, I achieved the intensity that I wanted to present in this particular effort.
This was in a darkish bunker at Fort Flagler State Park on the Olympic Peninsula. There is something special about random wall artwork. These "hands" were made from fine white wall dust. Hope you all enjoy it......and as always, thanks for looking!
Shall I do a seductive stocking check in the middle of the high street? It's probably better not to do so with little kids around.
Also, my legs and stockings look good and seem fine to me.
I can nicely show them off by just walking around, without any additional checks.
My heart hurts so much. For everything. For myself. My life. The country. The people of this country. The people that care. The frustration with people that don’t care. I saw this pigeon struggling in the parking lot as I was walking to the liquor store, for five shooters of vodka. I didn’t know what to do. And I I walked by and looked at it flapping around on the pavement, I cried and said to God over and over again, I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’m sorry for waking away and not doing anything. As I walked back from the liquor store, it was still in the parking lot, but sitting upright and wings to its side. I decided to pick it up and move it to a grassy area, the golf course :( I really didn’t know what to do, leave it, take it home (and do what???), take it to a vet (who probably isn’t open at 9pm at night, take it to the ambulance I saw in my parking lot at my apartment & hope they could give it a sedative to make it pass away.... I left my stuff by the sidewalk, approached it from the front and slowly in hopes of not scaring it any more, and I picked it up and put my hands around it. I wanted to calm it. It didn’t struggle when I picked it up. I moved it to the grass, and I don’t expect it to pull through, I hope it doesn’t struggle all night but it might, I don’t want it to be in the middle of the golf course when the golfers are there in the morning, I hope it makes it. I couldn’t tell if a wing was broken. I held it and then put it in the grass. It sat for a while, then started stretching its wings and flapping again. I went back and put my hands around it and tried to smoothe it down. I couldn’t leave. I felt guilty. I felt like I did when my dad died and I wasn’t there at the moment he died, and when I saw him after and had some time to spend with him alone in the room, I felt guilty leaving for the last time. I apologized to the bird. I didn’t want it to die alone.