torstaina
A million hours left to think of you and think of that.
Calm down, I'm calling you to say,
I'm capsized, erring on the edge of safe.
keskiviikkona
Joy Division
"We haven't got a message really; the lyrics are open to interpretation. They're multidimensional. You can read into them what you like."
thnx wiki
They say abscene makes the heart go fonder.
Here is the Best Advice I can give...
1. No matter how frustrated you feel always remember that this is not how it will be forever.
2. DO NOT focus on your sadness. When you feel sad, go to the gym and by the end of the workout, you'll feel better.
3. Keep busy! It's so important to stay active and live your life, don't hold back from doing the normall day to day stuff. if you find yourself not going out as much, it might make you feel very low, doesn't help the relationship.
4. DO NOT feel guilty about getting with things. You cannot put your life on hold because your loved one isn't around. It's one thing feeling sad and another hiding away.
5. BE STRONG. It's so hard, and at times very lonely, keep good friends and family around you.
I'm still in a long distance relationship now and it doesn't get any easier... I stay positive and dedicated because love conquers all and i am very much in love...
in the pic LOVE OF MY LIFE
sunnuntaina
"I would kind of relate shopping at Recycling Bazaar to a treasure hunt"
You don't have to spend a ton of money or shop for hours to get a whole new wardrobe.
A damp rack in HMT Studio filled with second-hand clothes may not seem like paradise to some, but to me, a vintage junkie, all that's missing is a halo-wearing doorman in white.
Whether it's vintage, second-hand or car-boot style jumble sales, this is one industry where sales have been flourishing since we ware born:) And it's not just about practicalities. Women (who, unlike men, tend to be emotional about fashion) enjoy feeling that they are making an ethically sound choice by recycling clothes!!!!!
A damp rack in HMT Studio filled with second-hand clothes may not seem like paradise to some, but to me, a vintage junkie, all that's missing is a halo-wearing doorman in white.
Whether it's vintage, second-hand or car-boot style jumble sales, this is one industry where sales have been flourishing since we ware born:) And it's not just about practicalities. Women (who, unlike men, tend to be emotional about fashion) enjoy feeling that they are making an ethically sound choice by recycling clothes!!!!!
lauantaina
Liian kauan Me olemme Oottaneet
Mikä on sulle tärkeetä
on niille pelkkä vitsi
nyt näytät niille,
et sä oot tosissas
Ne sanoo sä oot toivoton,
mut sullon jotain mitä niil ei oo:
TÄMÄ HETKI JA TULEVAISUUS
on niille pelkkä vitsi
nyt näytät niille,
et sä oot tosissas
Ne sanoo sä oot toivoton,
mut sullon jotain mitä niil ei oo:
TÄMÄ HETKI JA TULEVAISUUS
perjantaina
The Difference He Made
Amidst the morning mist of the swift returning tide
I set out on my daily run, my walkman on my side.
Lost within my private world apart from cares and woes
I ran along the moistened shore, the sand between my toes.
In the distance, I saw a boy, as busy as can be.
He was running, stooping, picking up, and tossing in the sea.
Just what he threw, I couldn't tell, I looked as I drew near.
It seemed to be a rock or shell - as I approached him I could hear:
"Back you go, where you belong. Your safe now hurry home.
Your family's waiting for you little starfish, hurry on!"
It seemed the evening tide had washed the starfish on the shore,
And the swift receding water left a thousand there or more.
***
And this self-appointed savior, was trying one-by-one
To toss them back into the sea, against the racing sun.
I saw his plight was hopeless, that most of them would die.
I called out from my private world, "Hey Kid, why even try?"
"Must be at least a thousand here, strewn along the beach,
And even if you had the time, most you'll never reach.
You really think it makes a difference, to waste your time this way?"
And then I paused and waited, just to hear what he would say.
He stooped and took another, and looked me in the eye.
"It makes a difference to this one sir, this starfish will not die!"
With that, he tossed the little life, back where there was hope.
He stooped to take another. I could tell this was no joke.
The words that he spoke to me cut like a surgeon's knife.
Where I saw only numbers, he saw only life.
He didn't see the multitude of starfish on the sand.
He only saw the little life he held there in his hand.
He didn't stop to argue, to prove that he was right.
He just kept tossing starfish in the sea with all his might.
So I too stooped, and I picked up, and I tossed into the sea,
And I thought, just what a difference, that this boy has made in me.
EBLOOD CLOTHING
http://www.myspace.com/ebloodclothing
I set out on my daily run, my walkman on my side.
Lost within my private world apart from cares and woes
I ran along the moistened shore, the sand between my toes.
In the distance, I saw a boy, as busy as can be.
He was running, stooping, picking up, and tossing in the sea.
Just what he threw, I couldn't tell, I looked as I drew near.
It seemed to be a rock or shell - as I approached him I could hear:
"Back you go, where you belong. Your safe now hurry home.
Your family's waiting for you little starfish, hurry on!"
It seemed the evening tide had washed the starfish on the shore,
And the swift receding water left a thousand there or more.
***
And this self-appointed savior, was trying one-by-one
To toss them back into the sea, against the racing sun.
I saw his plight was hopeless, that most of them would die.
I called out from my private world, "Hey Kid, why even try?"
"Must be at least a thousand here, strewn along the beach,
And even if you had the time, most you'll never reach.
You really think it makes a difference, to waste your time this way?"
And then I paused and waited, just to hear what he would say.
He stooped and took another, and looked me in the eye.
"It makes a difference to this one sir, this starfish will not die!"
With that, he tossed the little life, back where there was hope.
He stooped to take another. I could tell this was no joke.
The words that he spoke to me cut like a surgeon's knife.
Where I saw only numbers, he saw only life.
He didn't see the multitude of starfish on the sand.
He only saw the little life he held there in his hand.
He didn't stop to argue, to prove that he was right.
He just kept tossing starfish in the sea with all his might.
So I too stooped, and I picked up, and I tossed into the sea,
And I thought, just what a difference, that this boy has made in me.
EBLOOD CLOTHING
http://www.myspace.com/ebloodclothing
Text by Randy Poole
the Appeal, the Implications, and the Motivation to Ink
Why are so many people so daft? Why do they believe that if you say you won’t do something that waving money in front of you will get you to change your mind?
Not Just What You Don't Do!
I decided to respect myself and not allow myself to be mistreated by myself or others. I decided to increase my momentum by trying to stay positive. I decided to forgive myself for past mistakes and focus on improving myself, remaining compassionate for myself and others. I still get stressed and overwhelmed, but inside there is something filling a void. It isn’t some god or some pill; it is me and the knowledge that I can depend on myself. Having a clear mind and the ability to handle life’s struggles on my own or with the support of my family and friends sets me up to challenge myself and achieve more.
No matter how hard it is to promote SELF-AWARENESS to others and SELF-LOVE we still need to try. Maybe we can get everyone to quit their self destructive behaviors, and maybe we can’t. At least we can say that we tried!
No matter how hard it is to promote SELF-AWARENESS to others and SELF-LOVE we still need to try. Maybe we can get everyone to quit their self destructive behaviors, and maybe we can’t. At least we can say that we tried!
Get Active!
I guess a small-town is short of a community organizer, and you have actual responsibility.
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