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pose: CuCa Designs - Jenna (female bento pose set)
"And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70
And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Oh me I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am
So honey now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are"
Oil Drops on Water
O is from Oil...
vowels (a, e, i, o, u)
Macro Mondays and Vowel
pose: [west end] poses - Twisted (female bento pose fatpack)
"Extreme ways are back again
Extreme places I didn't know
I broke everything new again
Everything that I'd owned
I threw it out the windows, came along
Extreme ways I know move apart The colors of my sea
Perfect color me
Extreme ways that help me
That help me out late at night
Extreme places I had gone
But never seen any light
Dirty basements, dirty noise
Dirty places coming through
Extreme worlds alone
Did you ever like it then
I would stand in line for this
There's always room in life for this
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart"
"I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
I, feels like fire
I'm so in love with you
Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay, bad at bay
Love is the light
Scaring darkness away, yeah."
pose: [west end] poses - Underneath (fatpack)
"Burnt out ends of smoky days
The still cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
It is so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me,
You'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun!"
poses: .:TT:. Tribal Tuesday Poses - Sunday morning (female bento pose) with props
"I saw you this morning
You were moving so fast
Can't seem to loosen my grip
On the past
And I miss you so much
There's no one in sight
And we're still making love
In my secret life"
pose: [west end] poses - Stillness (fatpack)
"Two images, two forms, one thought, you and I
The orchard-shades, the songs of birds give up the world’s secrets
When we find ourselves here in this garden
The stars of distant galaxies come to gaze on us
You and I, together, we show them the moon
You and I, without ‘you’ and ‘I’, we are absolute joy
Happy, free from empty words, such are you and I
All those birds of paradise, full of childish envy
While in that same place, you and I, we cannot help but laugh
What’s truly strange is you and I, here together, now
At once here in the west and at once here in the east
such we always were
pose: CuCa Designs - Jenna (female bento pose set)
"Hmm, we keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts were never broken
And time's forever frozen, still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
And if you hurt me
That's okay, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages, you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
Wait for me to come home!"
"You lift me from up above
Your unconditional love
Takes me to paradise
I belong to you!"
I stole this snap of the beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Miss Tiki, St. Elizabeth University Administrator and wonderful human being (I LOVE you!). She brought many amazing poems to us. This is one we studied in her poetry class.
We Used Our Words We Used What Words We Had (by Franny Choi)
we used our words we used what words we had
to weld, what words we had we wielded, kneeled,
we knelt. & wept we wrung the wet the sweat
we wracked our lips we rang for words to ward
off sleep to warn to want ourselves. to want
the earth we mouthed it wound our vowels until
it fit, in fits the earth we mounted roused
& rocked we harped we yawned & tried to yawp
& tried to fix, affixed, we facted, felt.
we fattened fanfared anthemed hammered, felt
the words’ worth stagnate, snap in half in heat
the wane the melt what words we’d hoarded halved
& holey, porous. meanwhile tide still tide.
& we: still washed for sounds to mark. & marked.
poses: Black Cats Poses - Witching (fatpack) inclusive dress, gloves & leg straps (with color & texture hud)
exclusive @ The Darkness Event from 5th to 28th October
Time is fleeting
Madness takes it's toll...
...But listen closely..."
Afternoon preening session at Merritt Island - Roseate Spoonbill
Spoonbills fly in long diagonal lines with their necks and legs completely stretched out.
It is thought that the roseate spoonbill receives its bright coloring from the pigments of the crustaceans that it eats.
When it walks, the roseate spoonbill swings its head back and forth in a sideways motion.
Óscar De la Borbolla #DIxit
Las vocales malditas
"Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.
Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark
On the horizon walking like the trees
The wordy shapes of women, and the rows
Of the star-gestured children in the park.
Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,
Some of the oaken voices, from the roots
Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,
Some let me make you of the water's speeches.
Behind a pot of ferns the wagging clock
Tells me the hour's word, the neural meaning
Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning
And tells the windy weather in the cock.
Some let me make you of the meadow's signs;
The signal grass that tells me all I know
Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye.
Some let me tell you of the raven's sins.
Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make you of the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea's side hear the dark-vowelled birds."
Dylan Thomas - Especially When The October Wind
Capture and Edit by Orchid Arado
These Yellow Legs were rushing back and forth among the reeds in the water - i assume they were looking for food, but they never stopped anywhere they just kept pacing back and forth acting as one.
Photographed at Merritt Island
From Louisa Heylen 6h -
This is the Small Yellow Leg Rider
She believes their behavior is a courtship behavior - She said - interesting photo.
From Birds and Blooms Extra:
During mating season, the male anhinga develops extra crest feathers on the head, and the flesh around the eyes may turn a bright emerald green. Males begin courtship with lots of high flying, soaring through the area, and then marking out a possible nest spot. Then he turns on the fancy moves, flapping his wings alternately and bending his head low, extending the tail to the sky. Once the female accepts, the male brings her nesting material and she builds a platform, usually in a bush or tree low over the water. They incubate the eggs together for nearly a month.
From 10,000 Birds:
The Green Heron (Butorides virescens) is a spectacular species familiar to anyone who pays attention to the places where water meets land. There are so many impressive aspects to this handsome heron. One could dwell on how convoluted its family tree is… the Butorides complex, as it’s called, is surprisingly complex. While Butorides spans the globe, it is either recognized as a single species called Green-backed Heron or as three distinct species, the aforementioned New World heron B. virescens along with the Old World Striated Heron (B. striatus) and the slate-gray Lava Heron (B. sundevalli) of the Galapagos. In either case, green herons are silly with subspecies, which may themselves eventually be recognized as full species.