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a-smol-storm-gt-blog · 6 months
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Trick or treat
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Treat- well grian doesn't like it much though
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diariodeunaansiosa · 9 days
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Acéptalo, me buscaste para ser el remplazo de quien no puedes tener
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irishmansdaughter · 1 year
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this u???!
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i am deceased. And yea that is me now ig??
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"il sasso di una Storia" (2023)
acrilici, matita e incisioni su un sasso raccolto sul monte Calisio (TN) cm17,5x10
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“We should remember that just as a positive outlook on life can promote good health, so can everyday acts of kindness.”
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sloanaffirmations · 1 year
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🤟🤩🤟Like,Share,or type "LET IT SHINE" to affirm💖💿🎧🎵
✅️Sloan are country boys🤩🤟
✅️Slountry boys and that's why they are coming to the American south🇺🇲
✅️And west baby where all the cowboys are the American west🐎💖
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derealizationn · 8 months
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Small Wonder... Remeber this 80s sitcom?
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scuffymud · 1 year
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Dusk
I think one of the prettiest times of day is right after sunset. When the top of the sky is the pale blue of those little forget me not flowers and the bottom fades to the deep calming blue of the blue gentian flowers. When the sky is filled with promise of the stars that have yet to reveal themselves to the world.
When the shadows steadily grow longer until the they join together into the night and the moon appears to grow more and more bright as her presence becomes known. She was always there watching, as we scurry around are busy lives. We rarely take the time to truly appreciate the moment of change when the day gives out to the night. When Apollo’s golden chariot has just landed in the soft grass after finishing his climb over the sky and the world let’s out a breath of relief that it did not know it was holding as it settles in for the night. I feel as if the world is smiling down at me, telling me everything will be okay. I feel seen. The world grieves the change that is being made from day to night as she celebrates. She remembers the day and all it’s challenges and successes and failures. And she grieves the mistakes made and the fact that another day passed that can’t be brought back.
and yet the world is laughing when she opens her arms wide to the growing night sky as tears stream down her cheeks.
She welcomes all of her children to her side and smiles down on all of them. “You have done well,” She says. “You have lived.”
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3lla-ellablog · 1 year
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b0bthebuilder35 · 2 years
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nymphet-in-blue · 2 years
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🙍... But he told me he would love me forever👔💔💧
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The Thousand Yard Stare
What is the Thousand Yard Stare?
For those who are not fond of Military History? The Thousand Yard Stare is a saying to explain the blank and emotionless state of a soldier who has been completely detached and mentally broken from the horrors he witness on the battlefield. Sometimes the phrase is also described as a “Dissociation” among soldiers or other victims of other types of trauma they had witness.
When did this first appear?
The Phrase goes back all the way to World War II when a painter by the name of Tom Lea, had painted a couple of scenes he witnessed at the Battle of Peleliu in 1944. One of his most recognizable portraits from The Palau Campaign was when made a Portrait of Nameless US Marine who participated at Bloody Nose Ridge. This poor marine along with others had seen things that could even tip the well-balance being over the edge. His Haunting Soulless Eyes to his emotionless face to his piercing stare. It goes to show on how much trauma both he and many other soldiers had seen. The painting was published in the Life Magazines and read the following.
“He left the States 31 months ago. He was wounded in his first campaign. He has had tropical diseases. He half-sleeps at night and gouges Japs out of holes all day. Two-thirds of his company has been killed or wounded. He will return to attack this morning. How much can a human being endure?”
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gehfuuchoa · 1 year
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dazzlingslife · 1 year
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madmarchhare · 1 year
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There is a conundrum of war. It rarely can be truly justified, even in great wars of liberation, justice or principles, there always remains caveats. Small or large blemishes and marks that can't be ignored, or, at the very least shouldn't be. Always the argument that everyone should have tried that little bit harder to talk, though in truth, if victory could be bought with peace and tranquility, even that would be weaponized.
And yet, I, among others can't help but hold it in facination. Morbid facination, probably, but still facination none the less. I, and others, cannot help but to hold in high regard an honourable, or able soldier. Either of my own or of my 'enemy' as loaded a phrase as that is. Quite literally in this respect.
So, I am inclined to peace. Yet I love war, to study it, to dissect it, examine it and to play at it in games, stories or simply as a musing to myself. And in that duty, whether you hold the concept in facination, contempt or desire for it, a first and primary duty must be discharged.
To mourn. To look at the fields of white and red, filled with tombstones and poppies over the bones and blood of the dead. Remember them when you dismiss a war as pointless, when you call all who fought as greedy or as fools. Remember them when you call out for justice and glory while stepping on thier shattered necks. Remember them as you muse and play, bring them with you into your stories, whether they be family, friend or stranger and invite them in. Give them one last hurrah, or one more mournful day when they get to be themselves again. No longer an unknown soldier. No longer the faceless partisan. They are not unknown, they are not faceless, they are your closet yet most distant companion.
Do not forget them. Because someone has to, or we will never have peace, and nor will they.
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