#sandali

[pavonesandals]

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ゾウリ

草履は、日本の伝統的な履物で、特に着物や浴衣といった和装に合わせて使用されることが一般的です。以下は、草履に関する簡単な説明です：

素材とデザイン： 草履の底は通常、竹や木などの素材から作られ、その上には茶色や黒などの布が巻かれています。また、甲（草履の表面）には畳表や綿などが使われ、織り柄や刺繍が施されることがあります。

帯： 草履を履く際には、草履に付属する帯（はかせ）を用いて足首にしっかりと縛ります。帯の結び方にも様々なバリエーションがあります。

用途： 草履は主に着物や浴衣といった和装に合わせるための履物として使用されます。祭りや行事、お茶会など、特別な場面や季節行事の際にも履かれることがあります。

季節： 草履は通気性があり、涼しい季節や行事に適しています。夏の浴衣姿によく合い、和装の足元を引き立てます。

履き方： 草履は足袋と組み合わせて履くのが一般的です。足袋を履いた上から、帯でしっかりと縛り、しっかりと歩くために足に合ったサイズを選ぶことが大切です。

草履は、日本の伝統的な文化や行事において、和装の足元を美しく演出するために重要なアイテムとなっています。

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[marinagalatioto]

Sandali donna tacco medio scelti per te

[quatregats]

Got tagged by @chiropteracupola, thank you! I'm trying to avoid my readings for tomorrow so I'm doing this instead, yayay :D Rules are answer these questions and tag nine people, here goes:

Last song: "SANDÀLIES" LA LUDWIG BAND MY NEWEST FAVORITE SONG I'M OBSESSED WITH HER (linked to force you all to listen to this song)

Favorite color: Any color as long as you turn the saturation up to max <3

Currently watching: Ummm. Hornblowerseries. Eskamak Kentzen. We Are Lady Parts which I still need to watch the first season of. "Currently" might be a generous term for all of these though

Last movie: Bro I have literally no idea I watch so few movies

Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet and savory (probably on more of a savory kick atm but I like to keep it balanced)! No spicy though I'm sorry I'm weak

Relationship status: Single and not desiring to mingle

Current obsessions: See above comment I'm in my Ludwig Band era. Also Hornblower regrettably continues to have free rein over my brain :/

Last thing you googled: Adam Smith because I forgot the name of The Wealth of Nations (I was going to mention him in class but I decided to spare the poor students who have not been forced to read that tome. I kind of wish I had though, it was very topical and it might be good for them to know what he actually says)

Tagging @minglana @marazt @petxina @mycological-mariner @kutyozh @neonblixtar @hey-scully-itsme @lemonadeandlanguages and anyone else who I have neglected to mention 😅

[wildcheries]

tum bin (2001)

[delfindakila]

NOEL MAHILUM Mga Mapaglarong Sandali, akriliko sa kambas, 2022 #artPH

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ツッカケ

柔軟性に富んだ素材を使用したシューズで知られています。

素材： クロスライト（Croslite）と呼ばれるもので、軽量でクッション性があり、通気性があります。これは、特許を取得した専用の合成樹脂で作られています。

デザイン： 足を包み込むような形状で、つま先部分には通気孔があり、足に空気を通して快適な履き心地を提供します。バックストラップがついているモデルや、つま先が開いているサンダルのようなデザインもあります。

用途： 元々ボートシューズとして設計されたものでしたが、その特性から多くの場面で利用されています。特にレジャーや屋外アクティビティ、ビーチやプールサイドでの使用に適しています。また、医療従事者や調理師など、長時間立ちっぱなしの職業の人たちにも人気です。

カラーバリエーション： 様々なカラーやパターンで提供されており、幅広いスタイルが展開されています。これにより、機能性だけでなく、ファッション性も追求できるようになっています。

人気： その独特なデザインや快適性から、幅広い年齢層に人気があります。また、特に子供向けのデザインも多く、楽しいカラーやキャラクターが取り入れられています。

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[lev-han-delz]

akala ko ba long weekend, bakit linggo na

[randygrim]

(Shakes fist at sky) why cant I hyperfixate on my friends interests (a single tear falls from my eye)

[mademoisellebianx]

Part 1 / ?

So this is the little something-something I've been working on for this past couple of days. It's set during the events of Queen of the Damned. Also, sorry for the grammar mistakes, English isn't my first language and I haven't been sharpening my writing skills for the past few months.

[lea-mattioli]

Lydia Mancinelli, Festival del cinema di Venezia, 17/09/1968

[sukunasalife]

"kasalanan ba kung <3 natin ang magwawagi?~"

[ghosti-dump]

bat sunod sunod yung mga typhoon SAGLET

[his-saiko]

At sa bawat minutong, ako'y di natulog.

Ipikit man ang mata, ikaw pa rin ang kita ko!

Ikaw ang nas'aking isip anumang sandali.

Kasalanan na ng puso kong ika'y sigaw pa rin...

[marinagalatioto]

Sandali donna tacco medio dove acquistarli scontati

[starseungs]

a phoenix's ashes. ksm.

kim seungmin x gn!reader — from a love that burned bright to a love that fell like ashes. only a sincere wish from the heart would make a love twice as better rise from its remains.

genre/s — exes to lovers, second chance, angst with a happy ending, pianist!seungmin, violinist!reader • 1.5k words

warning/s — not much other than pain, lack of communication as a theme

note — another seungmin fic because i need to get over this man 🧍‍♀️ its messing with my brain chemistry... | song inspos are « i don't want to watch the world end with someone else - clinton kane » and « huling sandali - december avenue »

2024 ⓒ starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.

In the windows of your sight, the view tints green.

They were a startling contrast to the bright white lights illuminating the stage ahead. It framed the picture of the scene well, you suppose. With the two performers seemingly glowing in the tints of yellow provided by the Brazilian maple flooring. You couldn’t help but be mesmerized by one of the two, who was donning a beautifully polished violin in her hands. The strings sang in delight as the woman delivered the intricately thought-out vibrations to all those who could hear. 

And those who did, listened. Down to every last sound.

To word it in the simplest way you could muster, it would have to be perfect. The type of playing every person who has learned the violin even once has dreamed of achieving. A small but content smile makes itself known on your face as desires and memories paint themselves in splashes. You were once like that; you hummed to no one in particular. Acknowledgement lost in the silence of muted praises. The green you were presented with made much more sense in the moment of awareness.

Envy. It was an emotion you've come to know, admittedly very well. Drips of resentment seeped through the river of flowing emotions that were overwhelming you. Despicable as it was, you let it be. After all, it was what kept you grounded. Only a fool would discard an anchor when heading into the chaotic sea. The precaution may not always apply—especially not in the depths of the darkest waters—but the thought is what keeps a lost sailor hopeful with the dreams of land.

A certain ring of a key brought you back to the moment at hand. In what seems like a flash, your eyes lost sight of the violinist you were dedicating your absolute attention to. Instead, your gaze shifted to her side, where a male was sitting in front of a sleek black grand piano. The furrowing of your eyebrows proved to be an unstoppable action as your mind connected the face to a name. One that you had refused to utter from the moment his figure stepped on stage. A dark, almost black, blue tie hung securely around his neck. It was in a shade that made you shudder with an awful interpretation.

Longing. You deciphered the tingle of desperation. Every piano key he pressed seemed to grow louder in your ears. It almost scared you to think that the pianist would overpower the strings of the violin you adored so much. A clawing feeling sank itself deeper into your skin, wishing to avoid memories of the time when the two sounds co-existed as a symphony. But it was eventually deemed unfruitful as the score ran to its end.

If only—oh, if only you could retrace your steps back to that time. Back when the music floated carelessly through the air. Without fear or judgement of those who were out of the equation. Back to when you loved with a passion. The days that let your heart skip in a melody resembling the piece being played. You let out a silent chuckle.

Maybe in another life. For now, the present will have to do. A soft smile graces your lips once again as you watch the pianist stand, plastering a content-looking smile at his splendid performance. 

You could only clap in respect.

Witnessing the last stage of the day brought an odd feeling. With the hall lights appearing to guide the audience away, the darkness being chased away was akin to multiple weights being lifted off your shoulder. That itself would have been the best way to end your afternoon. 

If only that didn’t mean having to walk under the dimming evening sky.

“You came,” a voice called out. The two words were short and concise. Straight to the point. A statement rather than a question. The frigid tone of someone who, in your memories, was always so warm made you exhale too shakily for your liking. It was humorous, as it was a great complement to the vibrant orange sunset amidst the chilly air of the incoming night.

The pavement crackled under your feet. “And you made it,” you stated back. His stare shot straight into yours from the minute you turned around. “Congratulations, Seungmin. You did well out there.”

“Even if it’s not the same?”

“What was there to be mourned about? The dynamics sounded heavenly in my ears,” you admitted. The moment of hesitation before your last sentence lingered in the air. You watched a lone leaf swing downward in the space between the two of you.

His next words were spoken through gritted teeth. “It could have been better.”

“Seungmin, you should know by now that I’m never going to be the mind reader you expect me to be.” You sighed in defeat. “I could know you, but I could never be you. So, tell me what you actually want to say.”

“That’s exactly what it is,” he spits out. “You knew me too well that I let myself take advantage of the security you gave me. But that didn’t mean you had to break what you’ve built for yourself just because of me! How much more selfless do you want to be, to the point that you become a selfish coward!”

A car rushed by the barren sidewalk the both of you stood on. The sun had long since been gone, replaced by the moon to be the sole spectator in the exchange between two old flames. Lines of streetlights resembled the lights on the stage you had abandoned, imitating previous performances you once shared with Seungmin. You clenched your fists at the flashes of memory.

“You can’t just hold on to the past like that, Seungmin—”

“Not if it was the present and future that I wanted!” He cries out. “You would never understand what I had to go through when you stepped off that stage for good. The endless nights that I thought to myself, how you could just make that decision like it was nothing. But in the end, it was just me refusing to acknowledge that you had given up. You gave up on me. On us.”

The spear that had lodged in your heart long ago started moving again. You had so much to tell him—that you couldn’t. Not when your conversations with the constellations had you blaming yourself the same way he did to his own. It was never about whatever thought Seungmin made into a conclusion on his own. 

It was the complaint-turned-advice that you failed to apply to yourself.

“Stand on stage again, Y/N.” You flinched at the emotional cracks in Seungmin’s voice. “Stand beside me again.”

In that moment, you proved him right once again. Exactly how long are you going to act selfless to shield your selfish cowardice? You claimed that you wanted to be the muse for Seungmin’s harmony. Yet the moment your skills were questioned, you let go of everything without even a second glance. Now, did you really have the right to dictate whether you were enough for Seungmin or not?

“The violin is no longer for me,” was what came out as a whisper. You watched as Seungmin’s eyes glistened to produce clear beads resembling diamonds. Fear that he might have caught on to the undertone of weariness you were trying to hide after a year of endless convincing. “I’ve left it behind me. It’s been a year.”

A storeowner nearby shuts the front doors of his shop.

“Even the person I fell in love with?” Seungmin asks. “The person you were at the beginning of what we used to call us? The person who shone brighter than the high-grade theater lights, no matter who else was beside them? The same person who could never compare to the stars in the night sky with how much they burned with passion? If so, then tell me right here and right now. That the one I loved has long been left behind by the year as well.”

Your hands twitch to grip an imaginary violin and bow.

“Seungmin.” 

“Please,” he pleads desperately. “Break what’s left of the man who loved that version of you. I refuse to let the fragments of what you were continue to be the reason I keep myself understanding of the pain you bring to me. This is my last wish to you, Y/N. Please let my heart hate you as well.”

Something wet fell in droplets right by your shoes.

“I can’t.”

There were streams flowing down your face.

“I haven’t left that version of me behind.”

A bubbling wail makes itself present in your throat.

“I never forgot how much I loved the violin.”

Slow footsteps echoed through the area.

“And especially not how I continued to love you even throughout that one year.”

Warmth. Like the yellow tint emitted from the Brazilian maple flooring when the overhead lights hit it during a performance. Like the heat of the moment when you reach the climax of a piece. You were back in Seungmin’s arms. In the stage where only you and him existed.

Just where you needed to be.

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