#MomentsOfLife

[jamesianmacanderson]

Street Photography 3

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[kitty-cross]

[WARNING: ANIMAL DEATH. in the storytime too]

I'm more like the happy, cute illustration kind of girl - as you probably already noticed - who usually doesn't really do pieces from pure emotion, but this month's beginning was actually really hard for me. Like, rock bottom hard. Overall, life was too much, everything became overwhelming and around the 3rd of May I really thought for a second that I didn't want to continue it. I wanted to run away from my life, leaving everything behind. Understand as you wish, you're probably not wrong.

The only thing that kept me going was music, but The Poet and the Pendulum became my theme song, and if you know this story, you know what it means.

I had two panic attacks that day. Two breakdowns, but I had to go because of my work and then I scraped myself together enough to go to the nail salon. My nails are still short, even though it's been over a year and I haven't even touched a guitar. I was walking home when life hit me in the face with such a maternal slap as the world has never seen.

Call it the main character moment, call it destiny, intervention of the universe and beyond, or just a series of coincidences that turned out exactly like this. To be honest, I don't care, but for me it was the biggest slap I ever got, enlightening and sobering, the greatest manifestation of my strangely religious still without organized religion spirituality. And because of this ‘i’m one of the parts of Mother Nature’ belief of me, I am the person who, every time I walk down the street, even pays attention not to scare the birds.

I didn't for once. I was so down that I couldn't think about anything but my pain. The song on my phone switched from The Poet and the Pendulum to Amaranth, at the exact moment when a blackbird, scared of me and the people coming towards me, was hit by a car passing next to us. If you know me, you know very well that I will even take a thrown plant home to save it (...happened last week), not to pass an injured animal. The poor thing was very much alive, but it was terribly scared, so after we scraped it off the road, we tried to see if it had broken anything. Quite honestly, I'm not even sure if the car caused it or the little fool herself as she suffered on the ground, but when I caught her so that she wouldn't do more damage to herself, she was already behaving strangely. I started to go home with her to find a vet, but she did not survive.

That poor thing died in my hands. Literally.

And she took with her all of my pain, all my second thoughts about whether it made sense to continue.

Does it make sense? Or I'm really just delusional.

I won't lie, I publicly cried the rest of the way home. Then I cried all night, so much so that I couldn't open my eyes the next morning. My eyes were so swollen.

Like everything that happens to me, of course I told this too to my little sister, even if I wasn't able to put it correctly into words. Probably I still could not make justice in writing for what all happened to me because I’m not a writer or a poet, just somebody who draws. So I drew it. Out of my system, out of my heart. Is this the most unique creation in the world? Of course not. Do I feel that somehow I commemorated the little bird who saved my life from myself with her own death? I hope.

My little sister said that maybe I should check out of the meaning of blackbirds, although the meaning was completely clear to me without symbolism. But it's even weirder that it also resonates: “a dead blackbird may symbolize a release of negative emotions.” “One of the most common interpretations of the symbolism of dead birds is a fresh start, renewal, and transformation. It can also be taken as a warning for some danger that your soul is about to go through.”

Are there so many coincidences in real life? Why does this feel like someone wrote it and not like it happened to me?

[drajkovic]

There are so many good posts here on tumblr. So many good ones I'd like to read. I suppose it's just finding the time....yet who has that kind of time? Some people do.

My post for today:

People we meet along the way...

And then there's the ones we will never meet.

The ones that turn the corner just before we do, disappearing out of sight. Closing the door behind them, just as we enter. That's just the way it is sometimes.

I'm reading a novel.

One I've been wanting to read for over ten years. Maybe even more. I suppose that's the way it is sometimes.

The days weather is mild.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

Will write here soon.

Bye for now.

[moments-0f-life]

[writingthelife]

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[i-do-not-mean-it]

Curls

[lisa-lostinlit]

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[seasonedmomo]

A Journey [21-06-20]

It was a gloomy evening, I was not in a good mood, Yat suggests that we meet. We meet at the same park where we usually meet. We sit down for some heart to heart with each other. I'm so engrossed into the scene, with him in the frame, that his voice was fading away. Yat has this husky, almost smoky voice which brings all my attention back to his story. Also, his shares, very personal and moving, it's gratifying to listen to him.

While we are in our own world in that park, we hear a whistle, from the guard, signalling us to leave because it was about to close earlier than usual. We always find such change in plans, interesting. We stepped out to walk, while he continued talking about his family's take on his interests in life.

Within seconds, it starts to pour, I'm trying not to make a fuss and enjoy the amazing moment with the person I really like. We get into a government property to seek shelter, he kept saying sorry, because I might fall sick and he didn't have a jacket to offer. My heart melt. We continue the conversation until it stops raining and the minute it seems fine to step out, he says, "coffee?". Both being caffeine enthusiasts, we delightedly walk to a coffee shop near by, we get coffee and as I try to adjust my seat I ask, "which view would you prefer, amazing city lights or trees and empty roads? ", Yat, almost in a beat, replies, "You".

It was an amazing date. A very precious moment. We are both rooting for us! Can't wait till I meet him again!!

[cristiannevola]

Italian Coffe And Good Morning

[jamesianmacanderson]

Passau

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[iknowwherethegrassisgreener]

Prophecies made years ago

The sky you painted for me was heavenly blue. Everything I touched in your world burned into passions. Words you said were music to my ears though none was promised. I couldn’t mark the moment of change - but I was no longer the girl you found in the back of any room.  I started to bloom, and I asked for more space to grow The grass is greener under me and that scared you.  You started to paint the house grey, the music stopped,  and I must behave.  Touches turned into bites red turned crimson  your hands were stained with my blood. Still, I am no longer the girl you found, lost and scared.  And these scars only show the budding of something new,  something better, something freer.  What happens here is no surprise. What happens here is prophecies made years ago.

[bikeshdesharphotography]

I have another moment to share here. While I was heading to Kote Danda through Shikharpa. Actually, I was using this new trail for the first time. Meanwhile, the day was festival day for all Hindus. Shivaratri, the day which we celebrate in honor of Lord Shiva's heavenly marriage with Parvati. Suddenly, I saw 2 little children blocking the road with the long branch of creeper's plant from the distant. Actually, on Shivaratri, most of the people/children blocks the road in order to make money. Older buys things for making "Shivaratri's Prasad". However, children buy things which they want. They blocked my way and offered a money to cross it. At first, I said:I have no money. Then, they requested for Rs. 10 only. A man on motorcycle came and they offered a money to him also. But, he refused to give the money and passed on. They were embarrassed after not getting money from that man. To put a smile on their face, I gave a packet of biscuit to them instead of money. They were so happy after getting that. They went down and I went just upside. What exactly happened on that moment was, the money which they collected fell out from that plastic bag. As you can see in the photo that the girl was holding a plastic bag. They didn't notice it. But, I did. I picked up the money and returned it to them. I said them:Your money fell out from the plastic. (At the end of the hike, I thought myself. What if I had that money, I would have come home on bus from Tika Bhairab Bus Park as I went out of money after buying a bottle of water and Dew. But, I realized myself that I have good heart and I did which I had to although I walked home by own exhausted feet. At the same time, the money was of those little kids. I didn't make their day ruin. There is no happiness in flying others' money.) Guess what! Around 5:15 pm, I met these kids again while I was coming back using other side of Shikharpa mountain. They were blocking the road their too. #portraits #children #girl #momentsoflife #kids #childrenofnepal #travelstory #traveldiaries #solotravel #solohike #hike #hiking #shivaratri #nepaldiaries #traveler #mountains #nepalese #motivation #bikeshphotography #bikeshdesharphotography https://www.instagram.com/p/B86ktznhCgf/?igshid=1o66aabl3lkpn

[kitty-cross]

Guess what. Old drawing finally finished! :O Well, at least I finish my years old drawings in this life x,DD

I wanted this kind of cookie cutter/stamp for a while but I just have no time to bake next to my job, so... it became a drawing. :Đ It suits to Cara to stessbaking and at least Anakin and Eidana loves her for her biscuits x,DDDD

You can find it on Cara’s insta!! *-*

[moments-0f-life]

[writingthelife]

Watching a clock taught me, time is running and so is our life. The moments lived today, at this time, won't come again. It might be better or worse but not the same again... So live your life to the fullest and make every moment worth remembering. Like, share and comment ❣️ Follow @wtl.writingthelife ❤️ #writingthelife #motivationtime #watchingclock #YourQuoteAndMine #yourquotes #yourquotebaba #morningvibes #analysingtime #timeisprecious #cherrishthemoments #cherishyourself #writingprompts #lifequotes #time #lifelessons #momentsoflife #writerscommunity #writerscommunity #quotes #quotesonlife https://www.instagram.com/p/CIZxnsJMT0-/?igshid=1nxhnp0bn6wzg

[i-do-not-mean-it]

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