#Buna stare

[tootyde]

Perspectiva

🍄In loc sa ne facem cat mai multe asteptari, mai bine ne dam curul jos din lumea noastra imaginara in care traim si incepe sa obtinem singuri ceea ce vrem. 🍄

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Random hc I have about whb characters

Dantalian is Asmodeus' kid (with the same woman that made the Unholycs. Genetics are weird like that)

Gamigin called Lucifer dad once during a meeting at it was that Office sketch

Morax sends those "Buna dimineata, spor la cafeluta" on the Paradise Lost group chat

Bimet has one of those mop dogs that he loves with all his heart (her name is Goldie and she's a pure breed)

Beelzebub watched one episode of The Big Bang theory and he now just randomly says Bazinga to annoy Bael

Eligos pretended to be a cat in kindergarden

Foras is into Homestuck

His favourite character is Jade

All demons are partly blind, that's why they first think that you're Solomon even though you don't look alike

Gamigin and Amon are online friends and they gush about their king for hours on end

There is no uniform in Paradise Lost, Marbas just hates Buer in particular

Buer is a vegan

Ronové does Asmodeus' nails and they gossip a lot while doing it

Sitri has a shrine of objects Solomon gave him or touched that he prays to every night before bed

Gamigin has autism

He once got so excited about something that he fainted

Lucifer wakes up before the sun rises

Barbatos is blind in one eye because he stared at the sun too much

Satan and Mammon tried to fight with their horns more than once

[dantheserialkillerman]

Dan Hiroki X GN!Childhood Friend Reader Pt. 2

Contains: Continuing story and Gender Neutral Reader General warning: Long-post TW: Possessiveness/Suicide/Implied grooming

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful crow. Her wings were like the tips of quills freshly dipped, and her claws sharper than the hook of a fisherman's rod—a perfect little bird. Everywhere she went, the forest's creatures would glance at her in astonishment and envy; no owl, robin or dove could compare. The crow knew this and, for a time, enjoyed their praise. What was love, if not the wish to capture? The desire to own what you could not own yourself? Yet, as the days went by, she could not help but feel unsatisfied, for none would approach her, and, eventually, she found herself an idle idol. That was until, one fateful morning, a hunter entered the wood. The man searched far and wide for the perfect game but would deem all beasts crossing his path too dull, ordinary, and a waste of his talents. His frustrations grew until his eyes fell upon the beautiful crow. Having never seen such perfection, the man raised his gun and decided such magnificence could not exist without his consent. In that final breath, staring down the barrel of the rifle, the crow realized a terrible truth: She had finally experienced her first and last act of true love.

You would like to think you will meet again one day, perhaps in a better place, surrounded by the fragrance of the buna tree. 

A memory:

Under the branches, as the rain fell, he leaned his head against your shoulders:  "Do you love me?" "Only in summer." 

There is a strange beauty in defeat. To give up and to let go is an art so painful and euphoric that few can ever master the discipline. Yet, you could not help but try. You had to say goodbye to a bit of life, an old name, to live once again. Sometimes, still, you could smell the hints of a campfire if you closed your eyes for long enough.

After finishing university and moving away from your relative who took you in, you travelled around Japan for a while. It took years to get used to the constant hustle and bustle of the world, and you often felt displaced in the city's hectic life compared to the countryside you grew up in. However, life had finally returned to a somewhat more peaceful state. Not exactly familiar, but it was a softer difference. Recently, you were appointed as a history teacher in a small-town high school. It was a safer career than you had once dreamed of, but it would keep you hidden. That's all that mattered. You enjoyed the mountains near the town.

When you first arrived, some things were unexpectedly painful. The starting months felt like a constant exorcism, a battle not to jump and think you summoned the ghosts of old friends whenever a student came up to ask a question. But the pain was comforting in a way. They had lived and affected the world around them. Even if it was silently, you could carry their legacy and find forgiveness in supplying a future to others. A future they were denied. This was your cleansing.

The students on their end were pleasant, consistently hard-working and upbeat. And, of course, over time, you developed favourites: the creative Hana Kai, the outspoken Yuki Yamamoto, and, especially, the thoughtful Nanami Shirakawa.

Strangely, even with your reservations about closeness, you became rather popular, even finding, at the end of some classes, notes left on your desk: 

Dear Teacher,  Thank you for the class.  Dear Teacher,  I am glad you are feeling better.  Dear Teacher, Please smile more often.   

Despite years of developing a numb compliance with life, you could not help but feel touched. It was nice to be liked and somewhat accepted back into a community, even if it was only a false image they loved. 

However, you could not help but wonder what they would do if they knew that one of their favourite teachers, at night, away from their wool sweaters and bad jokes, dreamt of stone cottages and warm summers? How could they understand how your mind was captured by the sea and the calling of the woods? Even worse, you couldn't imagine their judgment if they knew of the gray eyes that haunted your subconscious. A demon. Shuten-dōji with a laugh: 

I could just die for you. I could just kill for you. And I could just love you until the end. I am you, and you are me. Cut off my head, and I'll grow another on the back of your mind. 

You would wake in terror and yearning. Most nights, you could not go back to sleep. Instead, you would find yourself sitting at the kitchen table, marking or reading anything to suppress the sweet evil lurking behind your fantasies. You had to forget before you lost yourself to dreams. 

In the waking world, you distracted yourself with a growing hatred for the biology teacher, Taisuke Henkyoji. In all fairness, it appeared he despised you in return when it became clear you would not fawn over him. 

He was from a wealthy family with designer clothes, fancy watches, and a carefree attitude. His name was seen everywhere, from the hospital where his brother, Kusuke, worked as the chairman to the only hotel within town. It was a world so far removed from small village roots, worn clothes, and scuffed shoes that you wondered if you could even find it on a metaphorical map. 

However, you could not help but see how he only possessed a dull attractiveness, only passively acknowledged until placed in a position of power. Therefore, it didn't surprise you that he was popular among teenage girls. Yet, out of all those teenagers, you could not help but worry about one in particular. The thoughtful Nanami Shirakawa, who was awkward and sweet, with big dreams and an introverted personality, which reminded you of someone you had to bury so long ago. 

Sometimes, you would catch her absent-mindedly doodling hearts in her notebook or fiddling with her phone with a wistful smile. Other times, while walking the halls, you would pass her peaking into Henkyoji's classroom. It was clear she was infatuated with the man.

It was a worrying love. Innaproate and not helped by Henkyoji's overly friendly and even disturbingly flirtatious behaviour. You had even tried to warn him of Nanami's feelings:

"You need to shut her down gently, Henkyoji-san. This whole situation is unhealthy."  "And you care, why? Jealous?" 

Of what? That comment made you immediately uncomfortable. You tried to go to the principal, who also quickly dismissed your concerns: 

"Henkyoji-san is from a highly regarded family. Such a suggestion could sully not only their image but the school's reputation," - a sigh- "There is nothing to worry about, Y/N... especially if the only evidence you have is an off-hand comment and the crush of a teenage girl. Please, don't bring this topic up again." 

Yet, it echoed in your mind when you noticed how sullen Shirakawa had started to become. There was a growing dullness behind her eyes, a letting go that was much like yours. You could see a dangerous defeatism. 

After class one day, as you saw the young girl merely gaze at her desk the entire lesson, neither moving to take notes nor really paying attention, you decided it would best to ask her to talk:

" Shirakawa-Kun, I just wanted to know if you are feeling okay," You tried to smile empathically, "I know it can be awkward talking to your teacher." "I am sorry, " she rubbed her eyes harshly. " I am just drained." You could see the fear behind her expression. An invisible subject, something cold and dead whose images reflected back a once firey disposition that burnt itself out into ash. "Shirakawa-Kun, I apologize for being so direct, but I know something is wrong."  "I really am okay," she paused for a second, fiddling with her bag, "I really have to get home...my mother needs me to help...she'll be worried if I am held up for too long."  You sighed, realizing any further conversation was a losing battle, "This may seem unorthodox...but please take my number," you pulled out a piece of paper and began to write, "If you need someone to talk to, call me, and we can set up a time to meet in my office." "Thank you." She took what you handed her with a slight reluctance and placed it in her pocket "Please, even if it's not me, know you do not have to handle this alone. I know what it's like to feel the world crashing into you. I promise." 

You closed your eyes as she left and sighed. I know what it's like to love and fear someone in the same breath. I know what it's like to be alone. 

It was easy to imagine him there next to you, as you often did, clothed in black, in a nice jacket, and without colour save for his red lips. Ah, what would you do? Is this what you felt like? Fragmented? 

You could not sleep that night. Sitting at your kitchen table, reading, until at 1 A.M, a single message appeared on your phone:

Dear Teacher, Thx for everything. It was nice to know someone cares. I hope you have a good night. -Shirakawa

When morning came, you were unsurprised that Shirakawa was absent from class. However, you could not have imagined the reason the headmaster pulled you out of your homeroom.

"Why would she try to kill herself?"  "She's a teenager, Y/N! I have no idea why she would do such a thing; I just called you in to let you know about the situation. Do not discuss this with anyone but the staff."  "It was him, wasn't it..." "I said not to bring such a topic up again!" "You can't ignore this forever! Please, just listen to me!" "Go. Back. To. Class. We will pretend this never happened."

Guilt spread throughout your body as if you were drowning. How could you have turned away? Why did you not write back? You felt yourself transform into a frightful and hideous creature that had been tied to the buna tree so many years ago. A coward. A failure. Another child almost died because you didn't act fast enough. Kikue. Reo. I'm sorry.

You had cut class early that day and ran to the hospital. My fault. It's all my fault. You needed to apologize in person. You needed to ask Shirakawa. You needed to know the truth. Fuck Taisuke Henkyoji.

Dishevelled, sweating, and breathless, you ran to the front desk and requested the room number. 

"Are you...okay?"  "Please, I'm here to see Nanami Shirakawa," - a breath- " I'm one of her teachers," The woman at the desk looked annoyed, "Well, you're lucky. It seems she's currently taking visitors; let me phone up the room...I'm not paid enough for this-" A voice...soft... melodious...that itched your memory interrupted, "Is everything alright here?" No...You could not speak. Your throat refused to open. The world swam for a second. "Sir, were just up to see Ms. Shirakawa?"  He was beautiful. He looked just like him. "Yes, she seems to be doing...well...as one would expect in such a situation."  "Hmmm," she hummed, uninterested, "Sorry to ask this of you as a civilian, but since you are here, could you please assist...who were you again?"  "Shirakawa's history teacher," You replied shakingly. It's not him. It cannot be him.  "Your name?" The woman rolled her eyes. You took a deep breath. You had changed your name when you lived with your relative. You were not you anymore, even if it was him somehow, "Y/N."  "Y/N?" The man turned to you fully. Shuten-dōji. He looked like your Shuten-dōji, "What a..." He paused as if startled before quickly composing himself, "Lovely name..."  "It's pretty common," He looked at you with such intensity you thought the ground would swallow you up. It can't be him. It wouldn't make sense for him to be here. You were literally in the middle of nowhere. The lady at the desk signed, "Well, you two are very sweet, but if you could kindly take Y/N up to see Shirakawa, that would be very helpful. I have to talk another call...so..."  The man gave the woman a bland smile and beckoned you to follow him. You could feel the sweat build upon the back of your neck; his grey eyes followed you like a snake to a mouse, refusing to let you out of his sight.  "You didn't ask me for my name,"  "I'm sorry?"  "My name, would you like to know it?"  "Oh, my apologies. I'm just a bit scattered today,"  "That's understandable, considering..."  "Yes, considering I would like to know your name."  The man laughed and mumbled, "You sound just like them...look just like them... you could even think," A distant look filled his expression, "It's like looking at a photograph," He seemed to catch himself, "Ah, sorry, I had a close friend that left me many years ago; I lost myself for a moment. I believe we are both scattered today." You wanted to change the subject as soon as possible. A coincidence. It has to be. The world wouldn't be so cruel. The Kirin would not be so cruel.  "How do know Shirakawa-kun?"  "I saved her from drowning."  "What?!"  "I'm a very strong swimmer." He glanced at you with subtle amusement, and then a look of distant grief entered his eyes. "My name is Dan Hiroki." You stopped. No. "Is something wrong?" Yes. Something is very fucking wrong.  "Oh, it's nothing...It's been just a long day..." You needed to leave as soon as possible, "Actually, I just remembered I forgot something at home-" "Hmmm," He hummed as if thinking, "I think you should see Shirakawa-kun." He stopped and grabbed your arm as if trying to ensure you could not flee. His grey eyes, searching as if trying to figure something out, "I fear she needs all the moral support she can get right now." You bit your lip hard, thinking of a way to escape this. Fuck. What if he recognized you? What would he do? A man capable of killing without remorse, you shivered just imagining the type of torture he would inflict. How could you leave without looking suspicious? "It..." Shit. "Your right. However, I really can't stay for long." He continued to walk, not letting go of your arm, until stopping before the elevator, "You really do look just like them...It's been so long...ah, memories... memories, a cruel mistress."  "I can't imagine," the evaluator dinged.  "Fufu, for some reason," He pulled you inside, "I feel like you might," You could feel the red string of fate being pulled, "Yes, I would love to get to know you, Y/N." 

You would like to think you would have met again one day, perhaps in a better place, surrounded by the fragrance of the buna tree. You never thought you would meet in a hospital. You never thought he wouldn't recognize you. 

A memory:

"Please don't cut off my head, Minamoto no Yorimitsu" "I promise, but only in summer."

One day, you thought you would meet again, surrounded by summer.

A memory:

"Tell him I died. He would come looking for me otherwise. You know why I am asking this. Don't let me bring you shame. Please let me go."

The ride is silent until the final ding. He smiles at you once you reach the right floor.

A memory:

"Y/N, wait for me next summer?" "You know I always will be here.

His left eye twitches and his smile grows.

"Shall we go see your student?" He pulls your arm gently, his now fully lopped with your own. "I don't think I have much of a choice." "Be careful, Y/N," He chuckles darkly, "I might just grow fond of you." "There is nothing to be fond of." You walked out together and felt his hand tighten around your bicep as if worried you would run away.

A memory:

A place filled with tiny stone houses, crumbling temples, and giant windmills with rotor blades like dragons' teeth, gnawing away at the occasional gale. "Do you believe in the Kirin?" "I believe humans are cruel, and Gods are crueller."

The red string of fate tugged again as you headed towards the hospital room and into an unknown future.

You fear Dan would never let you go if he discovered your true identity. You feared much worse than death. There truly is a strange beauty in defeat.

A memory:

This was your home. All you could ever want. "Hey, Y/N, look up! There's a flock of crows." "Actually, I think it's called a murder."

[umbry-fic]

mairieux

Summary: Colette Brunel, and the decision to live.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters: Colette Brunel, Lloyd Irving, Frank Brunel Relationships: Colette Brunel & Lloyd Irving, Colette Brunel & Frank Brunel Rating: G Word Count: 1990 Mirror Link: AO3 Original Post Date: 07/04/2024

Notes: A short pre-canon fic. The title is from mairieux by n-buna.

~~~

When Colette was ten, she learned what it meant to fear death.

She had known since she was a child that she was special - chosen to carry the hopes and wishes of the people of Sylvarant, fated to one day deliver them to the Heavens and into the embrace of the Goddess. A holy figure to be revered, not to be befriended. A lonely figure among a thronging sea of people that always parted around her, praying at her feet yet refusing to approach her.

Standing before the church’s stained glass window depicting the benevolent Goddess reaching ever skywards, the truth of her fate was delivered to her by a group of priests, their voices containing not a hint of passion, as if they were blandly discussing the weather.

Because to them, her death was nothing more than a fact - a truth that could not be overturned.

When the light of salvation arrived from the Heavens, she would walk the land of Sylvarant in a quest to reach the tower that represented hope, and thus preordain an era of fortune, dooming herself in the process.

In that single moment, her heart grew cold, as if she had suddenly found herself lost in a vicious winter storm, flurries of snow assaulting her from every direction.

The few hands that had bothered to reach out towards her, to wipe the tears from her cheeks and coax a smile from her…

She would lose them, no matter what.

~~~

“Colette, would you like to go pick apples in the orchard today?” her father offered, nursing a steaming cup of tea over the dining table, empty plates littered with crumbs still scattered over it.

The scratch of pencil against paper stopped, and she sat up straight in her chair in excitement, homework forgotten. She barely spent any time with her father - most of it was monopolised by the priests. She had long since learned to stop asking, not wanting to be the one to put that horribly sad expression on his face when he gently turned her down.

She opened her mouth to answer enthusiastically, but the words wouldn’t come. They were trapped in her throat, drowning in poison that bit at her skin. The priests’ words from yesterday echoed in her ears, that strange chill gripping her heart in its claws once more.

“I… I have a lot of homework to catch up on, Father, so maybe not today.” She smiled weakly, not understanding why those were the words that had left her lips as she stood, gathering loose sheaves of paper. “I think I’m going to go back to my room now.”

In the silence that followed, neither her father nor her grandmother said a word to interrupt it. Her grandmother passed her a plate of still-warm cookies, a terrible guilt haunting both of their gazes.

She hurried up the stairs, cracks splintering on the surface of her heart.

If this was how they had felt all this time, then she could understand why they never spent any time with her.

~~~

“That’s all I have to teach you today. Class is dismissed.” Professor Raine snapped the book in her hand shut, faint muttering exploding into a ruckus as friends made plans and chattered about their day. “Remember to do your homework!” she yelled over the chaos as the dozen or so students jostled each other to be the first to leave the stuffy classroom.

Colette continued to stare out the window at nothing in particular, watching clouds drift across the colourless sky.

“Hey, Colette! Wanna come over today?” Lloyd grinned, sliding into view and jolting her out of her thoughts. The vibrant red he always wore was a shock after an hour of overcast grey, blooming to consume her vision. “We can do our homework together and then go visit Genis to see if he’s feeling any better.”

“I…” she faltered, heart sinking when the smile on her best friend’s face flickered for a moment at her hesitation. She had never, ever voluntarily given up a chance to spend time with the only friends she had, who stole her away from her closed-off world of prayers and scriptures to a world of fun and laughter where she could be nothing more than an ordinary girl.

She didn’t understand, how she could want nothing more than to be by the side of those she held dear, only for the thought of doing so stabbing a knife through her heart.

She shook her head. “I’m a little tired today. Sorry, Lloyd. Maybe next time?”

The lie slid from her lips with ease, despite not knowing when she could next spend time with him - not without this strange numbness creeping into the very depths of her soul.

“Oh. Well, that’s alright.” She glanced away when his expression crumpled, disappointment flooding his face.

“Give Genis my well wishes, won’t you?”

She folded her hands in her lap, keeping her head bowed, not wanting to bear witness to his crestfallen expression.

“...Alright. See you, Colette."

~~~

The ticking of the clock echoed loudly in her ears as she kicked her feet back and forth, seated at the dining table and pondering the intricacies of a complicated math equation.

This had been the longest week of her life. Guilt had choked her each and every time she had turned someone away, but the biting sting from the cracks in her heart that were only continuing to spread was worse, never fading. Tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, she slumped over the table, burying her face in her arms.

What was she supposed to do? She didn’t want to keep doing this - she didn’t want to keep hurting those she held dear. But the pain wouldn’t stop.

If she was inevitably going to die, then what was the point of enduring all this pain in the first place?

Steady knocking of a fist on wood bid her raise her head, and she wandered over to the door in a daze to see whoever it was that would come over at this time of the night.

“Hey, Colette!”

A familiar face greeted her in the doorway, and she wondered if she was dreaming.

“Lloyd? What are you doing here so late?” she asked, her gaze roving over her best friend, dirt smudging his cheek and a small glass jar wedged under his arm.

“I have something to show you, is all!” He offered her a hand, his smile small but brave, surely knowing there was a chance she’d turn him down again. Yet still he reached out for her, as he always did, never giving up.

She wavered on that threshold, weary, her heart pulling her in two different directions. She could just give him the excuse that it was late, far too late for the Chosen to be wandering into the woods. But she…

A hand landed on her shoulder. “You should go, Colette.”

She turned to stare in confusion at her father, who gave her an encouraging smile and a squeeze of her shoulder.

“I… Alright…” she mumbled, taking Lloyd’s hand.

~~~

Frank had watched his daughter close herself off from the world all week, grief colouring his gaze as he watched her slowly kill her own heart with every passing second without even realising she was doing it.

She had been on the verge of becoming nothing more than a living corpse with the trappings of a messiah. Still able to shamble her way to the tower and sacrifice herself, giving away the heart beating in her chest that had died long ago.

And not a single person would have cared, so long as she completed the duty she had been born to carry.

Perhaps that would have been easier. A peaceful existence, one without suffering, that would come to an end without any regrets.

But it broke his heart to lose his daughter this way, even if he could no longer reach her anymore.

So he hoped, and prayed, because that was all he could do.

~~~

“Woah! Careful there!” Lloyd laughed, steadying her as she slid down a slope, having nearly tripped over a particularly large root. She grabbed onto his arm, preventing herself from falling face-first into the dirt.

The sound of his laughter, carefree and bright, soothed the aching of her soul. It had been a while since she’d last heard it, hadn’t she? The warmth of his hand seeped into her arm, slowly melting the ice around her heart. For a moment, she could be an ordinary girl again.

She’d missed him.

“Here we are.” Lloyd ushered her into a clearing, the dense leaves of the trees clearing to reveal the moon hanging high in the night sky among the twinkling stars, casting everything in liquid silver. “Now we just have to wait.”

“Wait…?”

She didn’t have to wait long, a gasp rushing from her lips as gold erupted from all around her.

“Fireflies…” she whispered in awe, spinning in a circle to observe the clearing, which had completely transformed. There were so many of them! The tiny insects were almost like stars that had fallen from the sky, sharing their radiance as they floated gracefully about, doing as they pleased. Some filled tree hollows, and some fluttered past her hair, surrounding the both of them.

It was a magical sight, one that Lloyd had still wanted to share with her, despite how hard she had been shoving him away all week, refusing to let him in as she shut her heart in a gate to protect it. He truly was kind, wasn’t he? Kind enough to see her as nothing more than a normal girl, one with normal troubles, with normal dreams, who deserved to be happy…

She couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face, even as her heart continued to break.

“Anyway, here!” The jar she had noticed him carrying was now shoved beneath her nose, filled to the brim with vibrant gold. She accepted it with careful hands, tracing the paths that the fireflies made against the glass. “You’ve been down all week, so I thought maybe I could cheer you up. I’m… glad you’ve finally smiled,” he mumbled, averting his gaze, the tips of his ears red.

She cradled the jar close to her chest, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks, drop after drop. It still hurt, so very, very much, and it always would. To know that moments like these would one day come to an end - that no matter how much she cherished these memories, they would inevitably be wrenched from her. And every time, her heart would remember this pain.

Perhaps it would be easier to cast it away in this sea of gold and let it dissolve into nothing, shielding her from the sea of pain that threatened to drown it. But it would mean giving up this overwhelming joy that she had forgotten, and she would not forego her dwindling chances to spend time with those she loved, knowing that here, she was safe, cared for by gentle hands that would never let her go.

“W - what’s wrong?” Lloyd panicked, rushing closer. “Did I -”

“You didn’t say anything wrong, silly.” She laughed, for the first time this week, letting the lock over her heart fall and shatter as she took his hand, rubbing the dirt that stained his fingers. “I’m just… really, really happy. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“Truly? You’ll tell me next time, though, if you’re feeling down again? I promise I’ll cheer you up!”

“It was just something silly. Nothing to worry about. I’m feeling much better now. All thanks to you, Lloyd!”

His cheeks flushed beet red again at her words, and she giggled, squeezing his hand.

Her happiness would not last. But she would make the most of it right now.

She would live, to the best of her ability. That was the decision she had made.

[hana-the-ghostieee]

so i posted the odorouze translation after the kamisama no dansu translation right. i thought it was the only one like that where the dakaboku song came after the elma song. i forgot to take into account ame haruru TwT so here! rokugatsu wa ameagari no machi wo kaku :P

i love listening to this on a rainy day (which i don't get a lot of. sad) even though the rain isn't like. skies very very dark grey even though it's like 4pm, lights are on even though it probably shouldn't be (cuz afternoon and stuff.) okay i'll get into the translation.

5/31, 六月は雨上がりの街を書く (In June, I'll Write About the Town After the Rain/Rokugatsu wa Ameagari no Machi wo Kaku)

Reflected on the windows, is the town's ultramarine Down the gutter, trails this May's rain Like this, just staring at these Raindrops falling, dripping down, dripping down

This heart's shape, it's a rectangle Only in the middle of this paper is where my heart resides And all of these songs I write, Only above it all, you're there.

But, it's all so dumb, It's just so stupid, Something unreasonable, I just want to see, And the smell of this deep rain, It's a bit sad to forget it, that's why

This mouth, just move it, These fingers, trace it out with it, And with words, just sew it together… And just wait in that town.

The rain's noise, it dances around these streetlights That bend in the road, wherever this twilight ends Alone, with the sound of footsteps, this lonely parade, Waiting for the summer, and these clouds' pale blue hue

Now, just living is like that formula, i^2 Removing you would just send me below zero And in these memories I can't even only see, Whatever's after this June's falling rain

A smiling face, I write it down, And just squeeze out of my chest, It's just something I can't separate, I should've known, This deep scent of rain, even that would just be a waste to let go

And after I write these letters, And after you finally read them, I wish I could just see your face… But I'll keep writing about that summer.

And now, life's full of things I don't care about. Trying to see society is just too much. Even putting things down into words are just painful. But in the end, it truly was you, wasn't it…

Ah, everything's just so dumb, Everything's just so stupid, It was so unreasonable, I finally knew, That deep scent of rain… Always, I'll always be writing about that town, in the rain

And move this heart, And just yearn for you, And like this, just sew it all together… And I'll just wait here for the rain to let up, in this town.

---

and that. was rokugatsu

one of the many things i really like about this song is how it isn't written in june. he said he'd write about the rain in june. he didn't talk about the rain in june in that town. wow amy thanks a lot =w=. i mean hey at least odorouze was a thing i guess. elma wrote what the rain in that town in june was like for you. yatto ame ga futtanda~

uhm yeah that's all :P oh also. if you haven't listened to the "less popular" n-buna (not yorushika. n-buna) vocaloid songs GO LISTEN TO ALL THE TRACKS ON HANA TO MIZUAME SAISHUU DENSHA I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!

...uh oh. now i want to draw ruikasa on a train on the last day of summer. and the train window scenery changes on the track. so think it's a really bright yellow-ish sunset at higuregi and a bright morning scene for shihatsu to kafka and then it's near the ocean for umiyuri kaiteitan and they get off the train at mou jiki natsu ga owaru kara even tho it's the first track and then i draw this short one page manga-style thingy where they go home. but then they call each other and stuff happens and then they kiss as fireworks go off on the last day of summer hehehehehe >:DDD. which could be 8/31. noooo amy's deathaversary TTwTT oh wait!! miku's birthday!!! okay lemme stop myself

[kinfraught]

: : “ready for another round?” ( from panda @inugamimochi )

crimson-hued  eyes  peaked  from  underneath  a  patterned  tenugui,  resting  on  the  fourth-years'  forehead  (  providing  some  temporary  relief  from  the  summer  heat.  )  pandas'  enthusiasm  was  well-contrasted  by  yasuko's  pieta-esque  posture,  sprawled  out  on  the  stone  stairwell  with  eyes  pointed  towards  heaven.  she'd  give  a  cursory  glance  over  to  the  shinai  at  her  feet,  two  out  of  four  of  the  bamboo  slats  were  shattered  on  their  last  go  around  (  100  yen  was  no  big  expense,  however  she  had  hoped  it'd  have  at  least  lasted  them  to  the  end  of  the  week  )  -  if  anything  she  was  beginning  to  realize  what  sort  of  combat  ability  signified  a  half-step  grading.   100  yen  was  a  small  price  for  that  insight. 

after  several  seconds  spent  staring  blankly  off  into  space,  she'd  spring  upward  -  exhaling  sharply  as  she  came  back  to  her  feet.  from  a  sun-bleached  carrying  bag  she'd  retrieve  a  bokken;  constructed  of  sand-toned  buna  wood.  eyes  would  turn  back  to  panda,  subtle  grin  would  form  -  indicative  of  the  return  of  yasuko's  spirit  of  friendly  competition. 

"  sure  -  but  since  this  is  all  i've  got  left  with  me  ...  i'll  try  and  be  gentle  "  this,  of  course  referring  to  the  instrument  of  solid  wood  -  which  if  wielded  with  intent  could  be  hazardous  to  the  average  human.  fortunately,  the  average  human  was  not  enrolled  at  tokyo  jujutsu  high.  "  but  feel  free  to  tap  out  if  it  hurts  "  another  friendly  smirk,  sparring  with  panda  brought  out  a  sort  of  expressionism  in  yasuko  that  not  many  were  witness  to.  few  were  aware  of  her  competitive  side,  but  those  that  were  knew  never  to  spar  unless  they  were  willing  to  commit  to  an  all-day  affair  (  best  of  3,  best  of  5,  and  so  on  and  so  on  )

feet  would  shift  positions,  one  placed  in  front  of  the  other  hovering  just  above  the  ground  -  poised  to  lunge.  arms  would  bring  the  wooden  blade  into  chudan,  sharp  edge  tracing  the  center-line  of  her  opponent.

[toxicsoulsblog]

O luna.

Cine si ar fi imaginat ca se pot intampla atatea intr o singura luna? Nu, nici eu.

Am suferit, am cazut grav la pamant, am vazut intunericul din mine, am vazut cine eram cu adevarat si am mai vazut cine a fost langa mine in acel moment.

O perioada grea, un iad mai bine spus si in acelasi timp o perioada de vindecare.

“A trebuit sa se intample”, imi repet, “asta a fost momentul”.

Momentul in care eu trebuia sa devin “femeie” in adevaratul sens al cuvantului, momentul in care trebuia sa aflu cine sunt cu adevarat, cum sunt eu.

Suna prostesc faptul ca “am devenit femeie” dar chiar asa e, eram o copila. Traiam ca in liceu cu copilariile mele si visam la un viitor cu casa, familie si copii langa un om la fel de imatur ca mine. Gandeam si nu actionam sau actionam si nu gandeam, iar acum stai si te intreaba. Cum adica? Iti spun acum.

Aveam momente cand gandeam ca un om matur dar nu actionam ca unul si momente cand actionam ca un copil si nu gandeam deloc matur. Eram total pe dos si ma enerva faptul ca mi dadeam seama de actiunile mele dar nu faceam absolut nimic sa remediez asta.

Traiam in intuneric. Cum asa?

Eram egoista, vedeam raul in oameni, toti imi voiau raul, asa gandeam. Ma vedeam o victima in momentele cele mai nepotrivite, am fost victimizata constant de propria persoana. Prea multa neincredere de sine si prea mult contam sa ma ajute altul.

Cam asa definesc eu intunericul. Tu?

O singura persoana mi a fost alaturi si aia e chiar mama mea, omul pe care o sa l iubesc o viata intreaga chiar si dupa ea. Mi a vazut propriul iad si a intrat cu talpile desculț in el. Mi a dat cele mai grele palme ca sa mi revin, a tras de mine pana in ultimul moment si m a sustinut iar cand ma scapam de sub control imi tinea fraul, i am provocat rani adanci deoarece nu ma lasam asa usor…

Am multe regrete in viata dar singurul pe care nu o sa mi l iert e asta, faptul ca a trebuit ca ea sa ma vada asa.

Ti se pare penibil ce scriu? Ti se pare o poveste scrisa de o psihopata, ceva mitic?

Nu, chiar asta e realitatea, asta am trait, toate astea le am simtit. Fix acei termeni imi pot descrie povestea, poti tu mai bine? Scrie ti povestea, priveste inauntrul tau si incearca sa ti scrii povestea, vei descoperi multe, crede ma, odata ce ai inceput nu o sa te mai poti opri, e ca un drog, ca o tigara, odata aprinsa nu mai poti da inapoi, poti face pauze dar mereu te vei intoarce la ele.

Ah, uitasem, depinde si cat de puternic esti. Se pare ca eu nu sunt atat de puternica, tigara o mai aprind, de scris… mai scriu.

M am vindecat pe jumatate. De ce doar pe jumatate?

Am aflat cum sunt eu, m am cunoscut pe mine si am invatat foarte multe, acum stiu de ce sunt in stare si de ce nu. Sunt mai increzatoare, incerc desi gresesc dar ma ridic si o iau de la capat.

M am acceptat asa cum sunt, mi am acceptat greselile chiar si pe cele mai dureroase. Am privit pentru ultima data in urma si mi am promis ca nu o sa mai fie la fel, nu si de data asta, fata aia nu o sa mai existe.

M am videcat de mine cea cu “probleme”… dar nu m am vindecat de el, la naiba.

( Mi a scapat, scuze! :)) )

Am iubit si inca iubesc. Indiferent de actiunile mele eu chiar am iubit si aveam momente cand credeam ca el ma face o persoana mai buna. A fost prima persoana cu care am simtit acea conexiune, stiam ca noi trebuia sa ne intalnim, ceva m a impins sa i acord acea sansa si asta nu o s o regret. Nu pot si nu e momentul sa trec peste el, asta o sa mai dureze, o sa ma mai macine un timp.

Amintirile… ce mai mare durere e sa ai amintiri o gramada, cu carul mai bine spus, cu o anumita persoana. Cu greu scapi din inchisoarea asta. Ce denumire frumoasa, stiu :))).

O luna, mii de ganduri, cea mai grea durere si vindecata pe jumate

[suntaiciblog]

Buna!

Am revenit aici, dupa multa vreme..si as dorii sa imi dau share povestii ce o am.

De cand ma stiu, am avut probleme de personalitate, cum ar fii:

-ma simteam energica, entuziasmata, bine, radeam si zambeam, 5 minute mai tarziu, plangeam, simteam toata durerea din mine, repetam mereu "e prea mult pentru mine, nu mai pot".

-aveam stari de negare, furie, singuratate;

-imi era prea greu sa memorez lucruri de-a lungul timpului, uneori imi era greu sa fac taskuri simple de zi cu zi, dar acum simt si mai multa presiune acestui lucru.

Toate relatiile mele au fost foarte varza, le era greu sa steie cu mine, din cauza schimbarii de stare constanta, si de goliciunea pe care o simteam mereu.

Recent, de 1 an de zile, au inceput probleme mult mai constante si mari.

Ma concentrez foarte greu, nu ma pot incuraja singura, nu pot vorbii cu oamenii, imi este foarte greu sa ma exprim verbal, ma simt ca si cum as fii la un teatru si as privii sceneta exacta ce se intampla in viata mea de zi cu zi.

Am avut multe episoade suicidale, ganduri, daydreamings cum ca sunt moarta, sau omor oameni, ma satisface facerea de rau, dar este inconstienta, si partial constienta (nu o observ tot timpul, dar vad si o simt, simt ce le fac oamenilor si cum ii tratez, uneori mi se pare amuzant sa ii fac sa sufere psihic).

Ideea este ca langa mine, am o persoana care este cat de cat experimentata in cunoasterea bolilor psihice, dar nu este psiholog sau psihiatru.

Astazi, am mancat jumatate de doza de trufe, nu stiu cum se numesc dar sunt opiacee, (cred), usoare. Ataca sistemul psihic, ("iti deschide al 3-lea ochi"). Nu stiu foarte multe despre ele, ce anume sunt mai exact si din ce ramura, dar mi s a spus ca te ajuta la cunoasterea personala.

A fost teribil ce am vazut, pentru ca mi am vazut cele mai intunecate frici, traume, si m am vazut pe mine, separata. ( daca va da cu virgula, exista un episod in teen titans, unde raven este despartita de ea insasi, fiecare sentiment, emotie sau latura de-a ei, capata propria sa forma, iar ceilalti tineri titani trebuie sa o reintregeasca folosind cristalul care a impartit-o in toate cele 7 parti ale ei (cred ca erau 7*) *).

Doar ca eu aveam 3 parti.

Partea Mov inchis:

-Unde plang mereu, nu imi place sa fac lucruri, ma simt fortata, ne-ascultata, partea unde se simte cel mai tare durere, frig, si intuneric.

Partea Galben-Portocaliu (ceva asemanator de culoarea soarelui):

-Unde rad mereu, sunt foarte energica, imi place sa fac multe lucruri dar nu le termin niciodata, sunt capoasa, ca un copil..si imi place sa fac rau altora, (vorbind intr-un sens copilaresc, o persoana care te seaca de psihic, tot ce inseamna nervi, timp, iubire, si rabdare).

Partea Alba ( cumva spre energia calda si energia rece, adica cele de mai sus, un alb vag):

-Sunt umpic din amandoua, dar sunt eu. Serioasa mai mult, cat de cat implicata, agila mental, (foarte serioasa pe lucruri :sunete, miscari, obiecte sau momentul din prejur).

Unde imi doresc ca eu, sa fiu eu. (adica ca celelalte parti ale mele, sa fie doar una, pentru ca este obositor mental si sentimental ceea ce simt zilnic, ma seaca si ma duce intr-un breakdown la fiecare cateva zile sau o data in fiecare saptamana).

Ma simt cel mai depressed, si am mereu acelasi sentiment de gol. (e ca si cum te uiti in oglinda dar fata ta este foarte amestecata, nu iti mai recunosti fata, nu este ceva concis, este acolo si te irita pentru ca oricat de mult te stradui sa o intelegi, nu poti, pentru ca dai gresi mereu.)

Despre efectele trufelor:

-totul era bine, putin stare de voma, ametita, putin slow motion, stare senzoriala calda-rece, durere de cap, rasete, nu imi mai simteam foarte bine muschii, corpul, de abea vorbeam, iar apoi totul s a stins, ca si atunci cand stingi lumina.

-m am pus pup intr-un colt cu jucaria pe care iubitul meu mi-a oferit-o cadou (e un iepuras de plus, l am numit bunny), si am inceput sa plang foarte nasol, ma simteam ca si cum nimeni nu ma vrea alaturi, ca tot ce fac este gresit, si in acelasi timp nu ma intelegeam nici pe mine.

-vedeam ochi mici de oameni, de diferite culori care se deschideau si se uitau la mine (atunci cand imi inchideam ochii si stateam cu capul pe genunchi si plangeam cu jucaria in brate, si o strangeam tare, actionam ca un copil care era traumatizat, batut, sau certat grav)

-vedeam guri, care radeau de mine, si auzeam voci spunand ca sunt nebuna, sau rasete, batjocoriri, maini care aratau spre mine cu degetul, etc.

La moment respectiv vorbeam si spuneam :" nu mai vreau, este prea mult chin pentru mine, vreau sa fiu eu, si atat, nu mai suport sa ma doara".

Prietenul meu era cu mine in camera, incerca sa ma calmeze, si am inceput sa ii vorbesc din partiile acelea care nu erau la loc (martea mov, si partea portocalie, calda, ca soarele).

La final dupa ce am scos toate lucruriile ce ma apasau, si dupa ce mi s a terminat trippu, mi a spus ca e posibil sa am inceput de schizofrenie, si m a sfatuit sa merg la un doctor. Cumva ma nelinisteste asta. Am inceput sa ma interesez putin de simptome, si am cateva in comun, si sunt destul de multe, care par concise, pentru ca anxietate si depresie nu simt.

As dorii o parere despre tot ce am scris, si chiar vreau un ajutor, pentru ca vreau sa ma fac bine, pentru mine si pentru el, pentru ca imi este dor de mine insami, si il iubesc enorm de mult pe el, imi este foarte frica sa nu il pierd din cauza problemei mele psihice. A trecut prin multe stagii si episoade de genul cu mine. Nu mai poate psihic nici el.

Si nici eu.

*Pentru cei care imi vor citii povestea si chiar si tu care imi vei raspunde, motivul pt care am luat acel tip de drog, a fost pentru a afla ce sta in mine, de ce ma simt asa, si vroiam sa ma cunosc mai bine, dar nu voi mai incerca niciodata, pentru ca mi a deschis ochii prea mult*.

PS: Pentru toti ceilalti consumatori de orice alt tip de substante, va rog sa nu incercati (fie ca sunteti la inceput sau experimentati) lucruri la care nu sunteti siguri ca doriti sa le simtiti. Depinde si de sanatatea mintala si daca nu cunoasteti destule, puteti ajunge sa doriti mai mult, sau sa muriti.

Va rog sa fiti precauti. Va multumesc si aveti grija de voi! :)

Nu-s nici eu cu vreo calificare de psiholog/psihiatru, însă... cred că drogurile erau ultimele lucruri ce-ți lipseau, și cred că ești și tu acum conștientă de asta. Cel mai bine ar fi să-ți explorezi traumele într-un loc safe, cu un adult specializat care să te ghideze și să aibe grijă să te expună mai treptat cumva la traumele respective, nu dintr-o dată și așa intens cum o fac drogurile. Asta îți sugerez să faci de acum. Mergi la psiholog, nu trage de acum concluzii cum că ar fi schizofrenie sau mai știu eu ce, nu te pune să-ți cauți etichete și diagnostice, ci pur și simplu mergi să-ți expui problemele și durerile și să vezi ce poți face de acum încolo.

[barni-bear]

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Cum poti alege incaltamintea perfecta

Tipul de amortizare al unui pantof va varia in functie de tipul de pantof. De exemplu, pantofii pentru alergare vor avea mai mult material pentru amortizare pe calcaie, in timp ce pantofii pentru mers au mai mult material pe partea dinspre varf. Un alt truc care te va ajtua sa iti alegi mereu doar incaltaminte confortabila este revizuirea formei piciorului. Doar cunoscandu-ti cat mai bine piciorul vei sti care este cea mai buna incaltaminte pentru tine. Daca incaltamintea ta este prea larga, purtarea unei perechi mai groase de sosete poate ajuta la umplerea golului ramas. O varietate de sosete sunt disponibile pentru confort si pot inlocui unele insertii. La farmaciile locale poti gasi soseste ortopedice.

Optiuni de achizitionare a unor ghete piele fete

Sfaturi pentru a alege incaltamintea potrivita

Deși mulți părinți preferă să le cumpere copiilor lor încălțăminte încă de când sunt micuți și nu merg de sine stătător, în acea perioadă încălțările nu reprezintă o necesitate. Ba din contra, specialiștii recomandă să-i lăsăm pe micuți cu picioarele goale sau în ciorăpei pentru ca aceștia să se miște liber. Dacă e frig, îl poți încălța în șosete mai groase. Unii părinți aleg să măsoare piciorușul celui mic, când copilul stă așezat sau culcat, fără să țină cont de faptul că sub presiunea greutății corpului, picioruşele se pot alungi cu până la un centimetru. Probabil știi că în alegerea încălțămintei nu contează numai lungimea, ci și lățimea. Exact ca şi numerele de la pantofi, există un sistem de măsurare şi a lățimii, deşi foarte puțini producători îl aplică. Astfel, la unele mărci (de obicei la cele americane) vei vedea că, pe lângă numărul care indică mărimea, apare şi o literă (de la D la H) care indică lățimea.

Magazin online cu ghete piele baieti

Primul pas este cunoasterea marimii de care ai nevoie pentru ca o incaltaminte nepotivita are efecte negative atat asupra piciorului cat si asupra intregului corp. Nu doar incaltamintea prea stramta este problematica ci si cea care este un pic mai larga, pentru ca va va afecta postura iar prin jocul ei va crea o stare de discomfort. Nu optati intodeauna pentru o incaltaminte cu talpa cusuta. De ce? Orice incaltaminte careia ii este aplicata o cusatura prin talpa si fete, prin coasere raman orificii atat in talpa cat si in piele, iar in timpul ploios sau umed veti ramane surpinsi ca sunteti uzi la picioare. Dupa ce incaltamintea a fost tratata de mai multe ori cu crema, inainte de a aplica un nou strat de crema se recomanda a se spala cu o carpa inmuiata in benzina usoara astfel ca crema sa poata patrunde mai usor in porii pielii.

Optiuni ideale de achizitionare a unor skechers barbati

Materialul: pentru ca micuțul să facă o trecere naturală de la mersul desculț, prin casă, la mersul încălțat, îi va fi de mare ajutor să aibă o pereche de încălțăminte cât mai lejeră. Pantofii din piele, din fibre sintetice sau din pânză protejează corespunzător piciorul, fără să îl îngreuneze. Modelul: libertatea de mișcare este foarte importantă, așa că fetița sau băiețelul tău are nevoie de o pereche de pantofi cu un bot cât mai bombat și cât mai înalt. Astfel, degetele picioarelor se vor mișca în voie, iar pielea va putea respira fără probleme. Un copil care tocmai a trecut de statutul de bebeluș se va simți cel mai bine în pantofiori cu scai, iar pe măsură ce va crește, vei alege ghete cu șiret sau cu fermoar.

Cu siguranta este foarte importanta alegerea pantofilor potriviti, deoarece in cazul in care vei face alegerea corecta, atunci cu siguranta beneficiile vor fi multiple. Exista multe optiuni de achizitionare a pantofilor, iar misiunea poate fi una destul de simpla in acest sens. Pentru a te bucura mereu de confort si alte beneficii, este foarte important sa alegi perechea de pantofi potrivita tinand cont de preferintele pe care le ai. Este foarte important sa te asiguri de faptul ca vei alege o pereche de pantofi ce ofera mereu confortul de care ai nevoie. In cazul in care vei opta pentru o pereche de pantofi ce nu iti ofera confort, este prea stramta, sau nu este ajustata pentru picior, atunci isi pot face aparitia unele probleme atat pe termen scurt cat si pe termen indelungat. Poti lua in calcul varianta online de achizitionare in acest sens, si vei gasi exact ce te intereseaza. Este indicat sa ai in vedere si faptul ca purtarea pantofilor cu toc prea inalt, aderenta slaba sau fixarile inadecvate pot duce la un mers ingreunat, pierderea echilibrului, iar in constructia piciorului se poate simti o amorteala temporara. De asemenea o pereche de pantofi nepotrivita, poate degenera intr-un sir de probleme de mers, in incapacitatea de a lucra, avand de asemenea afectiuni asupra starii emotionale, mentale si psihice.

In cazul in care vei alege o incaltaminte nepotrivita, atunci exista posibilitatea aparitiei unor probleme pe termen scurt, iar acestea se rezuma la baturaturile in regiunea articulatiei piciorului, fiind cauzate de presiunea indelungata a incaltamintei incorect alese. In aceste conditii, sunt posibile si aparitia unor probleme la nivelul unghiilor, precum incarnarea acestora, ce poate fi destul de dureroasa. O incaltaminte aleasa incorect,poate duce de asemenea la afectarea articulatiilor genunchilor si a degetelor mici ale picioarelor, fiind posibila chiar si deformarea acestora. In aceste conditii, vedem cat de important este sa alegi corect incaltamintea si sa te bucuri pe deplin de toate beneficiile pe care le ofera o incaltaminte aleasa corect. Totul va fi mai simplu odata ce vei avea in vedere toate aceste caracteristici importante si ai ocazia de a descoperi exact ceea ce te intereseaza. Exista multe optiuni de selectie pentru aceste produse, si nu trebuie decat sa te asiguri de faptul ca vei tine cont de toate preferintele pe care le ai. Calitatea si confortul sunt cele mai importante criterii de care va trebui sa tii cont pentru a alege corect incaltamintea.

Folosirea unei perechi de încălțăminte de la frații mai mari: acest obicei nu ține doar de considerente financiare, ci și de plăcerea celui mic de a-l urma pe fratele sau pe sora mai mare, prin imitație. Deja deformată, încălțămintea purtată anterior le va afecta celor mici mersul și dezvoltarea armonioasă a tălpilor. Cand cumperi pantofi copilului, alege-i pe cei care ofera cat mai mut spatiu de miscare degetelor de la picioare. Este recomandabil sa optam pentru pantofi cu un lat de deget mai mari decat piciorul copilului, iar pentru a evita formarea monturilor, varful pantofului trebuie sa fie cat mai putin curbat spre interior posibil. In ultimul rand, poti merge sa cumperi incaltaminte de la un magazin specializat in producerea de pantofi pentru copii, insa nici aceasta nu e o garantie: desi scumpi, pantofii au talonet, unul dintre cele mai false mituri care rezida in constiinta pseudo-specialistilor si medicilor!

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Nostalgia plajei....

Vol. O gandire mare, pentru cifra 14 - M. Daniela Mihaela

Era o dimineata… c-am racoroasa. Multa lume ar fi fost in patul lor dormind, dar eu stateam pe o plaja. Nu orice plaja, ci plaja copilariei mele. Aici se auzeau pescarusii din indepartare, si imi alineau indurerarea. Briza imi sufla fiori de gheata prin maduva spinarii, si ma facea sa lacrimez mai tare. Simtind cum inima imi bate mai tare. Lua pe sus si nisipul din imprejurime, iar particulele micute imi intrau in ochi. Incercam sa scot nisipul din ochi, insa am zarit rasaritul care abia incepuse. Soarele arata superb, si se reflecta pe tarmul marii ca intr-o oglinda. Acea imagine ma facea sa simt un sentiment arzator in pieptul meu, nemai-simtind vreodata aceste emotii. Arata ca o pictura familiara care as fi vazut-o in visele mele. Aerul rece imi taia respiratia, si imi usca buzele. Parul castaniu imi intra in fata de la vantul puternic, si imi desfacuse impletiturile facute de mai dinnainte. Cu cat ma apropiam mai mult de apa marii, cu atat de mult simteam focul din piept incepuse sa arda mai tare. Eram desculta si unele scoici imi intrase in talpi. Uitandu-ma mai bine, puteam vedea ca fiecare dintre scoici era speciala in felul ei, laolalta cu defectele ei. Defapt defectele scoicii o evidenteau mai tare, si o facea mai unica decat celelalte. Prin nisipul noioros ,o stea de mare se ratacise cu ajutorul valurilor de mare. Imi adusesem aminte de cand eram copila ,iubeam stelele de mare.

Imi amintesc ca aveam multe visuri si dorinte, pe cand sa ajung mare. Dar putine le-am indeplinit. Putine? Ma scuzati… Adica niciuna! Doresc sa fiu dinnou copil, fara nicio boala, ingrijorare, niciun stress si nimic otravitor pe suflet. Sa pot retrai acele clipe dinnou. In liniste sufleteasca, si neavand habar de aceasta lume putreda.

Dintr-o data simtisem un val rece, trecand peste picioarele mele. Eram uimita la cat de curata era apa marii. La fel de uimita de linistea din imprejur. Eram singura de pe plaja, si ma simteam in siguranta. Ce sentiment ciudat. Siguranta pe care n-am mai simtit-o de ani intregi. Ca si copil nu poti simti pericolul, si nici consecintele.

Oricum de cand crescusem ,tot mai singura ma simteam. Parca tot mai multe persoane ma uitau, prin gandurile lor ingramadite. Dar atunci… era sinfonia valurilor si a pescarusilor cu mine. Nu eram singura in momentul acela, ci eram impreuna cu creatiile lui Dumnezeu . Simteam in sfarsit ca cineva ma intelege, chiar daca ar fi sunat ciudat.

In viata asta facusem multe decizii regretabile. Dar asa a devenit viata omului, initial omul era perfect fix dupa cum l-a creat Dumnezeu. Dar din cauza vicleanului de “sarpe”, Adam impreuna cu Eva au facut cel mai mare pacat care a schimbat intreaga lume. Ci au mancat marul din pomul cunoastereii a binelui si raul. Deci eu n-am putut sa evit pacatul, si daca mi-sar fi dat decizia sa schimb situatia din care eram. Tot nu as fi putut. Noi oamenii nu suntem in stare sa schimbam o viata putreda in una mai buna. Nici daca am avea o inteligenta mai inalta, si am fi unul dintre cei mai destepti oameni. Deoarece nu se compara cu puterea creatorului nostru. Ar fi penibil ca un om sa se creada mai spre sus decat un dumnezeu. Insa in zilele din acestea, se intample cat mai des. Oamenii nu mai au frica de Dumnezeu, si sunt egoisti. Crezand ca destinul se afla in mana lor propie, si pot alege ce sa se intample. Jucandu-se cu focul, zdrobind betonul, si arzand gheata. Iubind sa taie si sa spanzure pe cine vor ei. Arantu-si prostia si rusinea oamenilor. Ca intr-un final… sa le vina sfarsitul perioadei lor de aur.

Nimeni nu scapa de judecata. Poti primi devreme sau mai tarziu, dupa cum ai dat. (de continuat)

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Aceasta mica compunere am scris-o initial pentru un concurs de la scoala. Insa nu l-am mai terminat fiidnca nu respecta subiectul dat din partea concursului. Si am facut alta compunere,iar acesta l-am abandonat crezand ca intr-o buna zi o sa-l pot termina.

UItati ca astazi am avut inspiratia sa-l pot continua, si sa-r putea in cateva zile cand mai am timp sa-l termin de asemenea.

Daca aveti niste sfaturi pentru felul in care am scris... Va rog frumos sa imi spuneti! Va multumesc ca v-ati folosit timpul pretios si l-ati citit. <3

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Unde poti vinde profitabil cartile vechi?

Vânzarea cărților vechi poate fi nu doar o modalitate excelentă de a elibera spațiu în casă, ci și o oportunitate de a obține un profit frumos. Fie că ai moștenit o bibliotecă impresionantă, fie că pur și simplu vrei să scapi de cărțile pe care nu le mai folosești, există numeroase locuri unde poți vinde profitabil cărțile vechi. Iată câteva dintre cele mai bune opțiuni pentru a valorifica volumele pe care le deții.

Anticariatele – cea mai ușoară soluție

Anticariatele sunt cea mai populară opțiune pentru cei care vor să vândă cărți vechi rapid și profitabil. Un exemplu excelent în acest sens este CumparCarti.ro, un anticariat care cumpără cărți direct de la domiciliul clientului, oferind evaluare gratuită și plata pe loc.

Acesta este un avantaj considerabil, deoarece nu trebuie să te deplasezi cu volumele și nici să investești timp în căutarea cumpărătorilor. Serviciul este rapid, convenabil și eficient, mai ales dacă ai o cantitate mare de cărți.

În plus, anticariatele sunt interesate de cărți din diverse domenii, de la literatură clasică și beletristică, până la știință, artă sau istorie, ceea ce înseamnă că ai șanse mari să îți vinzi cărțile indiferent de genul lor.

Platforme online de vânzare și licitații

Platformele online oferă o piață vastă pentru cărțile vechi. Aici poți să îți postezi anunțurile cu detalii despre fiecare carte, stabilindu-ți propriul preț. Avantajul este că poți ajunge la o audiență largă de potențiali cumpărători, inclusiv colecționari sau cititori pasionați care sunt dispuși să plătească mai mult pentru ediții rare sau în stare foarte bună.

Totuși, vânzarea pe aceste platforme necesită mai mult timp și efort, deoarece trebuie să te ocupi de fotografierea cărților, descrierea detaliată a acestora și, eventual, de negocieri cu cumpărătorii. Este o opțiune ideală pentru cei care nu se grăbesc să vândă și doresc să obțină un preț mai bun.

Grupurile de social media și forumurile de specialitate

Grupurile de Facebook dedicate iubitorilor de carte sau forumurile online pot fi locuri excelente pentru a vinde cărți vechi. Există numeroase comunități unde utilizatorii cumpără și vând cărți, fie pentru lectură personală, fie pentru colecții. Avantajul acestei metode este că poți interacționa direct cu pasionații de cărți, iar negocierile pot fi mai flexibile.

Totodată, recomandările și recenziile pozitive de la alți utilizatori pot ajuta la creșterea credibilității tale ca vânzător. Cu toate acestea, este important să ai grijă la tranzacțiile online și să stabilești detaliile de plată și livrare pentru a evita neplăcerile.

Târgurile de carte și evenimentele culturale

Participarea la târguri de carte sau evenimente culturale este o altă opțiune bună pentru vânzarea cărților vechi. Aici, poți să expui volumele direct și să negociezi prețurile cu vizitatorii interesați. Deși această metodă necesită o investiție inițială în transport și, posibil, o taxă de participare, avantajul este că ai acces la un public țintă de iubitori de carte care caută noi achiziții.

Biblioteci și centre de donații – un alt mod de a valorifica cărțile

Deși nu este o metodă de vânzare, donațiile către biblioteci sau centre de caritate pot fi o soluție nobilă pentru cărțile de care nu mai ai nevoie. Unele biblioteci acceptă cărți în stare bună pentru a-și îmbogăți colecțiile, iar centrele de donații le pot distribui celor care au nevoie.

Cumpar carti vechi | CumparCarti.ro

Cumpar carti vechi, deci daca aveti de vanzare, astept un semn telefonic sau pe site-ul mentionat mai sus. Cumparam carti din orice domeniu, important este sa fie intr-o stare cat mai buna pentru a putea fi folosite si de alti cititori!

Vânzarea cărților vechi poate fi o activitate profitabilă și satisfăcătoare, mai ales dacă alegi platforma potrivită pentru nevoile tale. Indiferent dacă optezi pentru anticariate, platforme online sau târguri, important este să cunoști valoarea cărților tale și să alegi canalul care îți poate aduce cel mai mare profit.

[jackyfonnio]

Ghidul tau pentru a gasi asigurari auto ieftine

In zilele noastre, gasirea unei asigurari auto ieftine poate fi o adevarata provocare. Cu toate acestea, exista numeroase modalitati prin care poti economisi bani fara a compromite calitatea protectiei oferite. In acest articol, vom explora cele mai eficiente metode pentru a obtine o asigurare auto ieftina si vom evidentia aspectele importante de care trebuie sa tii cont.

1. Compara ofertele de asigurari auto

Primul pas pentru a gasi asigurari auto ieftine este sa compari cat mai multe oferte disponibile pe piata. Exista multe site-uri si platforme online care iti permit sa faci acest lucru rapid si eficient. Compararea ofertelor te poate ajuta sa identifici cea mai buna optiune in functie de nevoile tale si bugetul disponibil.

2. Alege un pachet de asigurare potrivit pentru tine

Asigurarile auto vin intr-o varietate de pachete, de la cele de baza pana la cele cu acoperire extinsa. Inainte de a lua o decizie, este important sa te gandesti la ce tip de acoperire ai cu adevarat nevoie. De exemplu, daca conduci rar sau pe distante scurte, o asigurare de baza ar putea fi suficienta si, implicit, mai ieftina.

3. Beneficiaza de reducerile disponibile

Multe companii de asigurari ofera reduceri pentru diverse categorii de clienti. De exemplu, poti beneficia de reduceri daca esti un sofer cu experienta, daca ai un istoric de conducere fara incidente, sau daca alegi sa platesti asigurarea intr-o singura transa anuala. De asemenea, asigurarile auto ieftine pot fi gasite si prin intermediul programelor de loialitate sau a ofertelor speciale.

4. Asigura-te ca ai un vehicul bine intretinut

Un vehicul bine intretinut poate contribui la reducerea primei de asigurare. Companiile de asigurari iau in considerare starea tehnica a masinii atunci cand calculeaza costul asigurarii. De aceea, este important sa iti mentii masina in stare buna si sa efectuezi reviziile periodice.

5. Alege o fransiza mai mare

Fransiza reprezinta suma pe care trebuie sa o platesti din buzunar in caz de daune, inainte ca asigurarea sa intre in vigoare. Alegand o fransiza mai mare, vei putea reduce costul primei de asigurare. Totusi, trebuie sa te asiguri ca poti acoperi aceasta suma in cazul unui accident.

6. Instaleaza sisteme de siguranta si antifurt

Un alt mod de a obtine asigurari auto ieftine este instalarea de sisteme de siguranta si antifurt pe vehiculul tau. Aceste masuri de precautie pot reduce riscul de furt sau deteriorare, ceea ce poate duce la o scadere a costului asigurarii.

Concluzie

Gasirea unor asigurari auto ieftine necesita timp si efort, dar economiile pe care le poti realiza merita cu siguranta. Prin compararea ofertelor, alegerea unui pachet potrivit, beneficierea de reduceri si mentinerea vehiculului in stare buna, poti obtine protectia de care ai nevoie la un pret accesibil. Nu uita sa iei in considerare toate optiunile disponibile si sa faci alegeri informate pentru a te bucura de o asigurare auto ieftina si eficienta.

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Prima vizita a copilului tau la dentist in Drumul Taberei

Sanatatea orala a copiilor este importanta pentru o dezvoltare armonioasa, iar vizitele regulate la dentist ajuta la mentinerea unei dentitii sanatoase si a unui zambet stralucitor. Prima vizita la dentist este o etapa importanta in viata copilului, iar alegerea momentului si a specialistului potrivit pot face diferenta intre o experienta placuta si una traumatizanta.

Este recomandat ca prima vizita la dentist Drumul Taberei sa aiba loc in jurul varstei de un an sau la sase luni de la aparitia primului dinte. Aceasta prima consultatie are rolul de a familiariza copilul cu mediul stomatologic, de a evalua starea de sanatate orala si de a oferi parintilor sfaturi privind ingrijirea dentara a celui mic.

Prima vizita la dentist Drumul Taberei – pregatirea

In cazul in care varsta permite, o discutie initiala cu copilul este foarte utila. Acesta trebuie sa stie ce urmeaza sa se intample si sa aiba siguranta ca nu are motive sa se teama. Se pot aborda diverse jocuri in care sa se prezinte activitatea din cabinetul stomatologic sau pot fi citite carti despre vizitele la dentist, astfel incat sa se familiarizeze cu experienta.

Se recomanda ca programarea sa fie facuta dimineata, astfel incat copilul sa nu fie obosit si sa aiba o stare buna de spirit.

Ce se intampla in timpul primei vizite la dentist?

Prima vizita la dentist este, in general, scurta si nu implica proceduri complexe. Scopul principal este acela de a verifica starea de sanatate orala si de a identifica eventualele probleme. Specialistii PlazaDent.ro recomanda ca aceasta vizita sa includa o examinare completa a dintilor, gingiilor si maxilarului, precum si o discutie despre obiceiurile de igiena orala ale copilului.

Dentist Drumul Taberei | PlazaDent.ro

Dentistul ofera, de asemenea, sfaturi despre tehnici corecte de periaj si despre utilizarea atei dentare. In functie de varsta copilului, poate fi necesara aplicarea unui tratament cu fluor pentru a intari dintii si a preveni cariile. In unele cazuri, se pot realiza si radiografii, pentru a verifica dezvoltarea dintilor si a structurilor osoase.

Prin urmare, o abordare proactiva si informata, care include selectarea unui medic dentist specializat in pediatrie din zona Drumul Taberei si pregatirea adecvata a copilului, poate asigura o prima experienta stomatologica pozitiva si constructiva.