#ondule

[sorrysomethingwentwrong]

Søren Solkær Art

[kisslovegoodbye]

Søren Solkær, "Black Sun #2," 2017,

Archival pigment print on Washi paper,

84 x 119cm.

Courtesy: Nanda / Hobbs

[alhyastarain]

Each noise is a perturbation in the pond of silence in my mind.

[asistenta-virtuala]

Reduceri Explozive la Gave - Până la 80% Electronics & IT&C

Gave te surprinde cu reduceri incredibile de până la 80% la o selecție uimitoare de gadgeturi și electrocasnice.

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[harpocrate]

- dilf, c'est un life-style.

Il porte des charentaises

Il adoooooooore les Pim's (why though ?)

Il a une coque de téléphone de vieux daron qui se ferme sur le dessus, mhm tu vois ? Tu vois.

Il boit souvent une p'tite tisane des familles.

Il se couche à heure régulière, pas trop tard, pour pas fumer son rythme du sommeil, bébou.

Il fait des blagues de daron de l'espaaaaaceeeeee (j'vais pas épiloguer, mais ça me fait rire, bon, oui, hein, ça va, j'ai aucune répartie, hmmmmm.)

[art-vortex]

(via Coussin avec l'œuvre « "Spectres Ondoyants" » de l'artiste Art-Vortex-fr)

[drunkken-butterfly]

-Colisionando-

[kyraamaru]

[junichiroishii]

Ondulation

今日、わたし達の発展した社会を見渡した際、わたし達は競い合いながら物事を大げさにすることに慣れ、日々ますますそのように加速してゆくようにも見えます。しかし今一度、自身の周囲を等身大の世界として眺めた場合、例えば静かな泉の表面を打つ水の一滴は、その様相をすっかり変えてしまう程の充分な力を持っているのかもしれません。

カジノの町マカオの豪華な噴水は、もっと目立つように、もっと壮大であるようにと、日々競い合っているように見えます。しかし、人々の生活が密集する住宅街で、路地裏の上空に干された洗��物から、或はクーラーの室外機から飛んで来た一滴の水の雫がわたしの首筋にあたった時、それは盛大な作り物の水芸よりも、わたしの思考を変化させるのに十分な驚きを持っていました。

本作は愉快な楽しみの何事をも提供しません。覗き込んだ水面に移るわずかな像が、繰り返し繰り返し、退屈に壊されてゆくばかりです。

ユートピア像水鏡に似たり－－ 明日がいつも今日より良いなら、その良さの意味は失われます。ひと雫の露から滝の咆哮を知る。水面に走る静かな波紋に、崩れる像に己を見つける。わたしはこれが最も肯定的な面の東洋思考だと考えています。

Ondulation © 2009 Jun'ichiro ISHII

Today, when we look out over our modern society, it seems we all got used to exaggerating things competitively and are accelerating the situation. However, if you turn back to your human-size reality, a water drop tapping a calm pond is sometimes enough to change its images.

The lavish fountains of Macau, the city of casinos, seem to be in daily competition to be more prominent and more spectacular. However, when a water drop from hanged up laundries or an outdoor unit of air conditioners at a back alley in a residential area unexpectedly tapped my neck, I realized that such a small droplet was much more powerful to change my vision.

This work doesn't offer any pleasant enjoyment. Only reflected image on the surface repeatedly and tediously flickers.

The utopian vision is your own reflection. If tomorrow were always better than today, the meaning of "the better" would be lost. Imagine the roar of a waterfall from a droplet, and find oneself from a collapsing image in calm undulation, I trust that this is the most positive aspect of Oriental thought.

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Exhibition : 2009.06.13 - 08.09 "Utopia - Interpretation of New Era" OX warehouse, Macau SAR, China

Curated by : Gigi Lee Yee Kee (MO) Supported by : OX warehouse / St.Paul Fine Art

[linaswashere]

Sauna Bathroom Bathroom - mid-sized contemporary white tile and porcelain tile porcelain tile, beige floor and vaulted ceiling bathroom idea with white walls

[calochortus]

Millefeuille by Virginie Maronne

[coloursoflovelustlife]

I now realize more and more that there are indeed more worlds than we actively perceive..

The world we are used to is the world of the mind- having everything under control, looking for security, solutions, money, relationships with purposes, having tons of fears (3rd dimension), thoughts about the past or the future...

Then there is the world of the heart - feelings of love (not necessarily with a person involved), bliss, peace, no-thingness, no-bodyness, being present, in the now moment, watching and observing.

Drop your mind into your heart

and you'll see what I mean.

ONDULATIONS III

~side product~

Attempt with acrylic ink

[brilag]

Les frissons de l'eau sous un petit vent léger par brigitte lagravaire Via Flickr : 2016-06-03-Bassin (101n)

[coffeenuts]

Mouvement d’ondulation by jonathan.pradillon https://flic.kr/p/281ZVCZ

[forkn4do]

4Cvit, start ondulating

[aphrogeneias]

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐧 — anal sex

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: use of a butt plug. anal fingering. slight dom/sub undertones. a tiny brat moment from reader.

"Feeling okay, honey?"

Lying on your stomach in the middle of the bed, you hummed a positive response. Steve was right behind you, big hands running up and down your bare back, kneading the meat of your hips, soothing you with his touch.

He learned down, crowding you with his broad body, and gently brushing your hair out of the way, leaving warm and wet kisses down the side of your neck, your shoulder, and making his way down your spine. Slowly and deliberately, the anticipation making you squirm in place.

When he stops, you almost forget how to breathe. You find that he'd positioned himself right behind you, lowering his torso until he was facing your ass, hands massaging the supple flesh of your cheeks. Your breathing got heavier with each touch, each movement.

"Can I take it out?"

You, once again, nodded. "Yeah. Please."

A small thing that's been tormenting you all night. A gift from Steve — a silver plug, adorned with a pink jeweled base. You'd mentioned you wanted to try it, and your boyfriend, as always, obliged. He put it in you before you left for the night, a night out at a new club, and you were almost regretting it, because you felt ready to explode all night.

The pressure was… something else. It didn't help that Steve took his time teasing you, and fingering you in the bathroom before you decided to all but drag him home.

Now, you were both naked and ready — but he was still taking his time with you.

Steve removed the plug slowly, and suddenly you felt too empty. His fingers teased your entrance, and though you were a little more open, his digits still felt some resistance on their way in. He slides one finger in, and then two, picking up speed.

"I wish you could see yourself right now. All eager, all pretty, and all for me. All mine." His voice was deep and rough with desire, and you couldn't see him, but you knew he was looking at you like he could eat you alive.

You'd let him. You wanted him to. "Mhm. All yours, baby."

Your pussy clenched around nothing, your hips ondulate to meet his fingers. It was too much and not enough, all at once. "I need more. I need you. Please, Stevie? Please, fuck me."

"Shhh. It's okay, honey. You gotta take my fingers first, okay? Take my fingers like a good girl, then you can have my cock."

You looked back at him, pouting over your shoulder. "I want your cock now."

A loud smack is heard through the bedroom. Steve laid a swift hand to your ass cheek, — the hand that was fingering you not hesitating for a second — leaving a tingling imprint behind.

"You'll have my cock when I give it to you. Be patient."

Whining, you relented. After what felt like an eternity, teetering on the edge of something more, but never enough to push you all the way, Steve pulled away. The emptiness made you moan, the feeling of something missing an overwhelming one. You hear him open a condom packet, and slide it on himself, and waited.

Next thing you knew, you were manhandled into your back, Steve towering above you. He positions himself between your spread thighs, pumping his cock with one hand, prepping himself with lube. This time, you're speechless, admiring him the only thing in your mind. His tousled hair, the pink flush on his skin, the freckles littering his tanned body.

"Wanna see your face when I fuck you."

He leaned down for a kiss, holding you by your neck. His kisses were languid, slow and tantalizing, letting you suck on his tongue and moan in his mouth whilst he thrusted in you, inch by inch. You stopped kissing him, too busy with the sensation, the strech eliciting a long gasp from you.

Forehead with forehead, Steve reassured you. "Doing so well, honey. I knew you could do it."

You planted your feet into the mattress beneath you just as he started to finally move his hips, sinking his cock in and out of you in earnest now. The stretch was unlike anything you felt before, melting you from the inside out, insides turned into a wildfire.

Steve held your body close, shallow thrusts and his own groans and whimpers coaxing your orgasm, your nails creating red trails on his back. Feeling your desperation, his fingers move to the small space between you, swiping them over your clit, and moving them down to your other entrance, gathering the slick there and sliding it up, using it to rub your clit in quick circular motions.

"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you? Gonna make a mess all over me, pretty girl? Huh?"

His voice was right beside your ear, nose nuzzling your cheek, and all you could do was frantically nos your head, whispering "yes, yes, yes" over and over as you felt your orgasm wash over you, a longer wave than usual. You shook in Steve's arms, clinging to him like he was your only salvation.

He hissed as he found his own release, spilling into the condom. You vaguely felt the warmth of it inside of you, and for a moment, you wished you could feel all of it, keep some to yourself. You didn't have time to think about it too much, as Steve pulled himself out of you, but not going too far.

The condom is disposed, knotted and thrown to the floor — a problem for the future you. The current you was still in Steve's arms, and he wasn't some with you quite yet. His fingers find your pussy once again, reaching down and spreading your entrance with two fingers, circling it, but not yet entering it.

"Now, I think this one deserves some attention too, don't you think?"