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studiodiveoffice · 6 months
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秘法を守った焼き物の町 大川内山の町並みを散策 4K HDR 60fps | 佐賀県伊万里市
佐賀県伊万里市にある大川内山はかつて江戸時代から約210年間にわたって、 将軍家への献上を主目的とした採算度外視の最高品質の磁器「鍋島」を制作していました。 入口に番所を設けて外部の侵入を阻止するなど、 厳重に管理することで高度な技法が流出するのを防いでいた秘法を守った焼き物の町、 それが大川内山です。現在も30の窯元が伝統の製法を守り続けています。 三方を山で囲まれ、奥深い谷間に山水画にも似た屏風岩がそそり立つその風景はとても美しく、散策にもオススメです。 大川内山の町並み https://maps.app.goo.gl/rq3djkkm1VtFYtzAA 伊万里鍋島焼協同組合 https://imari-ookawachiyama.com/ ※訪れたときの様子はこちら 【佐賀旅】佐賀の伝説に挑む!カッパのミイラ&呼子朝市と秘窯の里を巡るひとり旅 [blogcard…
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shehzadi · 5 months
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so israel simultaneously bombed: an ambulance convoy going to the rafah egypt-palestine border that was transporting the most severely injured, the main entrance to al-shifa hospital, the vicinity of al-quds hospital and the indonesian hospital. in doing so, they’ve martyred at least dozens of people, with the numbers still climbing, only to then bomb the osama bin zaid UNRWA school barely an hour later, and the scenes coming out of there are literally those of children blown to pieces. they are unrecognisable as humans. may Allah accept them all as martyrs. and if that wasn’t enough, al-shifa, which is now completely overwhelmed with martyrs’ bodies and even more injured people than before since it’s sheltering and treating those from 1. the ambulance bombing and 2. the entrance bombing, is now totally blacked out. no more light or electricity.
while all this was happening in ghazzah, israeli settlers, aided by the israeli military, were/have been continuously forcing palestinians from their land in the west bank by burning their land and shooting palestinians.
this is only what has happened today (03.11.23) in a period of about 2-3 hours. remember, this has been the last 75 years for palestinians.
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hugs-and-stabbies · 1 year
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working on getting myself to sketch more and faster by doing character-themed sketch pages ^^
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nyc-looks · 6 months
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Pazia, 25
“My top is Issey Miyake Fete, dress is Somewhere Nowhere, shoes are from Esqape, bag is from Depop, and rings from Yours by Claire Webb and La Manso, earrings handmade by me, watch is by Evora. What originally inspires my style is my family, especially the matriarchs like my mom, my aunt and my godmothers. Being around all different types of color, texture and patterns gave me the confidence to wear whatever I want, wherever I want. I feel that no one brand or store can encapsulate my style. My closet is built from individual pieces I’ve collected throughout my life, from places I’ve traveled and people I’ve known. I love how each garment carries its own story and each full outfit can show a small piece of who I am or who I want to be.”
Sep 1, 2023 ∙ Lower East Side
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saruin · 1 month
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i wish I had the financial security to stand out in front of a Planned Parenthood ALL FUCKING WEEK and shame women for having body autonomy.
These people really have nothing at all productive going on in there lives on a Tuesday morning?
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alof3of9 · 2 months
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My world tour terry. I dont have the shoes or the hat, but i do have the slut socks slut shirt and slut skirt. I will get my shoes and hat someday
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swordheld · 5 months
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hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?
hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].
but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.
it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.
and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.
the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.
an emptiness, like you said.
but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.
you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.
he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.
but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.
how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.
the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.
think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.
i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.
but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.
as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛
#q&a.#birdsong.#wishing u gentle ease; the death of a loved one is near inexplicable to put into words and i hope you take care of yourself gently <3#i hope this will make u laugh: when i was a tiny child in middle school there were times i would go outside in my tiny suburban cul de sac-#in the rain and sing along to my lil ipod nano and i only remember doing this to drops of jupiter. can you imagine going out to get the mai#after a long day of work and you just hear this kid singing train in the streets. in the RAIN.... it makes me laugh like i really.#i really thought i was so cool and deep and emotional ghjkd but i find it v funny that i only remember it w/ that one train track.#and saturn just. it's my fav s.a.l. song for a reason. that slow violin opening? the piano coming in gentle and easy?#it feels like light. like hope. like something new - a dawn after the long dark. that beautiful things can begin again even where#it hurts. and there is nothing more human than a sentiment like that.#how rare and beautiful it is to truly exist. what it is to be alive and get to be here and live with other people. with those we love.#i think your grandfather was so lucky to be able to know you. to have you in his life for the time you had together.#i'm no spiritual person; but i like to believe when you're thinking about him? he's thinking about you too.#the second law of thermodynamics (physics nerd mode) is that no energy has ever been created/destroyed since the beginning of the universe.#so it has to go somewhere - it's that carl sagan quote of 'we're all made of stardust'. because we are. we used to be stars; planets; etc.#i think it's why i think of these space songs - because they're a part of everything; once more; when they go. us and everything else.
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sm0kebreaks · 1 year
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So i drew some jonahs!
the first row is my line up of jonah’s iterations in canon
everything else are eliases in aus i’m a part of
EDIT: forgot to mention that when i said aus i’m a part of that means the design for ESO elias belongs to @runefells
Twitter / Tip Jar / Sketchbooks / Commission info
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crybaby-bkg · 1 year
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Incubus Dabi who is so used to being so charming and easy to slide inside the comfort of anyone’s bed, only to be brought to his knees by you—a succubus so old and grand and divine that he can’t even tell that you’re other. that you’re higher and greater than him in every way, shape, and form. that pins him so easily and makes him scream your name, gets him drunk enough on your scent and power that he forgets who, and what, he even is.
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mist-cat · 2 years
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My friend and I play dbd sometimes and it's great. I main Leon and he mains Quentin. They're just they're just funny lil guys and I love them.
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feluka · 11 hours
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GPS lady on google maps in this country is like:
turn left at a̷̢͔̬̓̈́̿͐b̸̡̖͗̅̅̌a̵̩̘̳̾͝a̸̢̛͓̒̾̕s̵̛̲l̸̠̟̇à̸̰q̸̖̲̜͑͌̚̕ͅǎ̴̜a̷͙͂d̵̗̘͛͝ street 😊
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basyacriptid · 27 days
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Me: Why is it smells like blood in my room🤔
Headless crow corpse in my room that leaked blood everywhere after I pulled it out of freezer and forgot about:
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ascendingtostardust · 4 months
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Talk On The Street performed on KCRW (x)
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somnas-writes · 2 months
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I still think it’s so important to remember that Magnus was homeless from the age of 14-16 like. He’s a baby, not an actual baby but he’s young as shit.
(More in the tags)
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arcadebroke · 6 months
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