swipe for some photos of the cutest smile you'll ever see 💘 late post because the lighting yesterday was horrible, but happy birthday to the love of my life, our precious innocent boy and jilin prince huang renjun 💕 #세상을_밝게하는_런쥔이 #happyrenjunday
The simplicity of Islam subhanallah..... Week 10 #52weekhadithchallenge (delayed post ) . . . . #salah#zakah#modesty#balance#islamisislam#loveforprophet# #hadith#quran#reminder#islam#muslimah#muslimmummy#pictureblogger#creative#art#journal#journaling#washitapes#miswak#notebook#diary#momlife#quranjoural
A 40-hour week, worked 52 weeks a year adds up to a whole lot of product. Multiply the excess by past, present, and future goods. Too much? And why is the United States unkindly placing sanctions upon other countries for declining trade? Aren't those who have adopted American standards now facing the same challenges for having done so? You know the answer. ~LaTonyaTarell.com #poetry#poems#poem#poetess#writers#writer#journalist#journaling#trade#agreement#sanctions#manufacturing#goods#madeinamerica#america#american#government#capitalism#politics#maga#fair#evaluation#grade#needsimprovement
I’ve written stories and kept journals for as long as I can remember. I was terrible at sport as a kid but I always won awards for my writing. Sure, I’m sloppy at times with structure lol but the ideas are usually always there until the depression and anxiety and doubt and fear creep in. I feel like people like to align creativity and “madness” and although there may be some empirical evidence (esp historically) to suggest that creative people often straddle a fine line between sanity/insanity I tend to do my best writing and come up with my best ideas when I’m healthy. When I’m very unwell and in the midst of that awful fog that descends and shape shifts, I am just trying to survive. Creativity is the antithesis of this..necessary to survival but almost certainly born from thriving. (IMO). I didn’t write for years. Literally years the ideas would bounce around like an echo in my mind but nothing would stick. In the last two years, I have started to create stories and worlds again and it’s like flushing my veins with iron..I feel strong. Today I received a new notebook with two Skelton pencils and I promise to write terrible and maybe brilliant sentences in these pages. This is a long-winded shout out to all the lovely and supportive people who have bought me stationery in the past. It may not have meant much to you but to me it meant feeling seen and heard and encouraged and you’re wonderful and I thank you. I don’t know if anyone will ever read this stuff but I do know that it’s the closest I have ever got to being the person I need to be. This is my sword of choice against the darkness and the fear as I look it dead in the eye and confront it with my Skelton pencils. ♠️♠️ #aces#writing#creative#creativity#stories#words#buildingworlds#instagram#skeleton#journal#journaling#stationery#stationeryaddict#mood#anxiety#depression#mentalhealthawareness#mentalhealthsupport#mentalhealth#strong#bramstokersdracula
Окей... Теперь мой блог будет не только о учёбе! У меня возникли проблемы с питанием и с физ.нагрузкой - поэтому привет, теперь я буду выкладывать видео с упражнениями, фотографии еды. Но конечно я не забуду про учёбу, мне просто нельзя про неё забывать. Мотивация: 1. Учёба - скоро у меня ОГЭ, а у меня оценки плохие и знаний мало, каждый день буду разбирать задания по математике и биологии. Мотивация для учебы - это ОГЭ 2. Спорт - просто на мне ужасно сидит моё любимое платье, которые еще 4 месяца назад я могла носить каждый день. Ну и как бы, у меня таких платьев очень много стало, которые мне нравятся, но они подчёркивают немного не то... Ну как бы дааааа 3. Питание - у меня портится здоровье, и тело. А внешний вид на данный момент мне важен. Поэтому меньле сладкого, никакой вредной пищи... Да здравствуй #правильноепитание #planner#study#studymotivation#studygram#school#schoolgirl#sport#sportmotivation#sportgirl#food#foodporn#journaling#motivation#notes#bulletjournal#bujo
We been test with so many thing, yet we still didnt learn. In this life we sometimes stuborn, not all the time decent, most of the time sinner but not a quiter. However, Its more than enough to remind ourself abt it everyday as a start to be better tomorrow. #selfwriteandread#journaling#sundaywriting
Day 24 | Customers feedback | #marchmeetthemaker @joannehawker |. It makes me feel I am doing the right thing when I get wonderful feedback and Core creatives get something out of the workshops. I’m always wanting to create the most amazing experience and learn so encourage everyone to tell me about their personal thoughts.
Did you catch my unboxing of this beautiful @mypaperbox grand box? You can still watch it on my stories!! If you want to sub @ayearofboxes has a discount for you!! Go check it out! Full review to come soon!
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household without salt, truth becomes knife. the sixth a missing case. our mouths lone eclipses. black and blue. my almond memory remembers granite eyes. now the petals in my garden are blades. this is what comes after remembrance a dagger against ______ everything. bleed black and blue. you do not fight an enemy you fight a threat. i try to hold my rage in flesh prison but it slips through like silk. my body becomes its map balk and blue. fear is a grenade at a petrol station truth becomes the pin. no flood can eat this fire sire. our wrists black and blue. we're from the wrong side of love. two glasses chassis lovers moving in all the wrong directions. milk spilled onto the marble floor. always an omen. painted us black and blue. through the Ray Bans my father's eyes gleam. in the backseat history yawns. sips cola. my mother remembers all the fires flesh so black and blue. remembrance is always a nasty affair. like a parched throat remembers water. rosary remembers a plea. desire remembers distance. pray for us. i do. so young but black and blue. a turmeric flooded mouth screams my name. his hands become ropes. the chandelier a noose. we seeing through. go to sleep black and blue. the Arabian Sea remembers my name. a pigeon from Bombay screams outside my window " Run. Run. Run. " the ground becomes a lion's mane. running beneath skies so black and blue. this is the season of loss. broken teeth / ruby blood / dog / bone / i lost you in summer in winter twice. i know you like burning glass knows ice. after the Wound even the air is black and blue. but what becomes of him after dusk? a muslin prayer perhaps or maybe a lover's lone moon. -u.g . . . #art#tumblraesthetics#aesthetic#collageart#poetry#poetryisnotdead#poetryforthesoul#journaling#artjournaling#collageartist#peoplescreative#globalpoetcult#abstractart#expression#abstractexpressionism#teenartistsunite#artgang#peoplescreative#artjournals#poetrygram
ripped jeans / you look like a suburban evening sky / i could walk in / no headlight / into the mouth of danger / facefront / your mouth a pastel pink sky / i flutter around / like a firefly / adabrakadabra / vanish my misery / tangerine light / i forget to not bite / my nails / fresh earth / you smell like petrichor / soft / a mango's inside / your hair / sway / with the wind / sway / sway / sway / like apricot bloom / hold the knife to my neck / promise me / desire / limelight / eyes blacker than the heart of the night / soaked in moonlight / we could be sparkling silver bullets / speeding into the mouth of a hazy tomorrow / our yesterdays are stained / flee / smooth flight / i am my most dangerous threat / the absolute worst at counting / give me a place to hide / could be your heart / or a satin home / listen / listen / listen / my biggest victory would be to put my loneliness to sleep empty stomach / to feed it enough / is to / fill an ocean into a teacup / to forgive / is to kiss / the blade that tore your flesh / no matter how soft / i try to be / i end up / biting it back / rage is / lemon juice for a sore throat / & i drink it well / i learnt about greed in the kitchen / despite the warnings / i ate it all / away / anyway / the mouth of forever / is hollow concrete / we're stuck right between / your name / is a death threat / my mouth / an ivory blade / anger swallowed / our homes / & spat them out / i talk to the night / but how do i know / it's listening / i apologize / but how do i know / i get the forgiveness / i can read / your poker face / well / so well / in the morning / remind me to take back / what's mine / remind me / i forget to leave air behind -u.g . . . . #art#tumblraesthetics#aesthetic#collageart#poetry#poetryisnotdead#poetryforthesoul#journaling#artjournaling#collageartist#peoplescreative#globalpoetcult#abstractart#expression#abstractexpressionism#teenartistsunite#artgang
yesterday, you~ i went for a walk amongst the temperate leaves and the changing autumn trees. i looked for strength in me in every scene yet all i could see was the feelings I have for you in every gleam. so sad this melachony another heart break for me. almost there, almost here, we were. we could of made it if we tried... just a little more, i thought. now both are left broken once again looking for others just to mend. i wish when you looked into my eyes, you saw how fragile they were. like a falling leaf, that crumbles with the grip of a hand or the pressure of a single step. i went for a walk yesterday to forget about you and every word you said. but yesterday is gone, today is here, and now, every memory you have given me, is repeating twice in my head.
"How am I taking you for granted?" he questioned her. He was completely unaware of his own downfalls due to his inflated ego. Immediately, the first thought that came to her mind was..."because it was your foolish mistake to think that I'm replaceable." All she could do was hope that with time and experience, he will only appreciate all that she has given him. For her soul and her spirit often leave a mark on many without any of her own forceful doing. Once again, she contemplated on offering him another explanation. Yet, she did recall as before that her words often left him without any remorse. As much as she believed in him, she ultimately decided to leave him with no response. Because finally, she owed the love she gives to every single being she knows and cares for back to herself. The pain, betrayal and resentment from her past, they're all to be diminished now. Because what's long overdue is her purpose: to embrace the light she has within her and to move on in the direction where she undoubtedly belongs. (an excerpt from my journal 10.6.18)