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Hello!
First and foremost, I'd like to thank all of you who have liked and reblogged my content these last few months, as well to those who have followed me recently, I really appreciate it.
I'm just hopping here to let you all know that I will be coming back making more CC and some more content for the Sims .
I'm very excited to present what I have in store for this blog.
Thanks! See you soon.
Xipe-Keys is gone because I was barely using it anymore. I also thought it was time for a new address because I no longer like Stranger Things.
Tom Principato - I Know What You're Thinkin'
Tom Principato – I Know What You’re Thinkin’
Μια μουσική στιγμή… Απλά!
Χωρίς προβληματισμούς..
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Ανοσία
Από τη στιγμή λοιπόν που η καραντίνα ετέθη σε άρση, οι άνθρωποι δειλά δειλά άρχισαν να έρχονται σε επαφή.
Πήραν μια ανάσα. Παρότι ο κίνδυνος. ο φόβος, το άγχος, αιωρούνται όπως ο ιός στα σταγονίδια του αέρα, η ανάγκη μας για ¨το κοντά” με τους δικούς μας ανθρώπους, δείχνει τεράστια..
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Evgeny Grinko - Valse
Evgeny Grinko – Valse
As the sounds and smells of autumn
“Stir” the soul ..
Καθώς οι ήχοι και οι μυρωδιές του φθινοπώρου
«ανακατεύουν» τη ψυχή…
Είναι ένα αναπάντεχο βαλς στους αγρούς. Μία καθηλωτική μουσική που σε κάνει να θέλεις να την ακούσεις και να την ξανακούσεις. Ένα βίντεο με τόση δύναμη στην απλότητα του,…
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Make a move
******** «Για να σου φέρει η νέα χρονιά κάτι καινούργιο, κάνε μια κίνηση, όπως η πεταλούδα σκίζει το κουκούλι της! Κάνε μια κίνηση!» (more…)
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Έρωτες
«Κάθε φιλί που δίνεται, μα κάθε ανεξαιρέτως ένα τοις εκατό αποτελείται από αιωνιότητα Continue reading
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Αναστάσιμες σκέψεις
Ν’άμαστε στο δεύτερο πανδημικό Πάσχα λοιπόν, μαζί με τον απόηχο των περσινών ευχών μας, για καλύτερες μέρες. Κι ενώ όλα δείχνουν ίδια, παρατηρώντας τις σκέψεις που κάνω, καταλαβαίνω τις αλλαγές που συμβαίνουν μέσα μου και η ματιά μου απέναντι στη ζωή αποκτά άλλο πλάτος. (more…)
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Sweetness
Πολλοί και διάφοροι είναι οι τρόποι ,που θα σε εμπνεύσουν στο να ασχοληθείς με κάτι. Μια μουσική, μια εικόνα, ένα συναίσθημα, ένα γεγονός, κάτι που διάβασες, κάτι που σε σόκαρε ή σε εντυπωσίασε. Αυτό που σήμερα μου έδωσε το θέμα της ανάρτησης, είναι μια δροσερή , γλυκιά σαν ζαχαρωτή, ζουμερή φέτα από φρεσκοκομμένο καρπούζι! (more…)
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don't be afraid to rejoice
don’t be afraid to rejoice
Καλοκαιράκι όμορφο! Χορταίνει η ματιά , από θάλασσα μπλε! Και θάλασσα, δεν είναι μονάχα εκείνη η γαλάζια επιφάνεια που καλύπτει το μεγαλύτερο μέρος ετούτου του πλανήτη. Continue reading
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To Be Wrong
It takes courage to be wrong, to be corrected by someone. It takes strength to accept that you went astray and committed a mistake. But the greatest feats of humanity still come from those who can build themselves after they break. Those who understand that failure isn’t the end, that it’s a beginning of sorts; they are the ones who create history, they are the ones who get stuff done. But it’s…
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Sleep
The honking of horns, the calls from the hawkers, the endless piles of files in the pending tray, the coffee spilled on your new shirt, the burden of the day. Let it go. The day has ended, and so has the incessant obligations that somehow land between your shoulder blades and travel down your back to settle at the base of your spine, pulling you down, down, down. Stand and let them seep out from…
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PLEASE GO READ THIS NOW OR IMGONNACRY
Pink and brown
Nana x hachi
tags:
Slow burn , hurts confort, w/w, healing, romantic fluff, Angst, use of au, childhood meeting,duo pov , time skip, pregnant hachi , bad relationship, dark topics, domestic abuse, good ending
Chapter 1
Japan ,Winter of 1990.
“Now Nana your sisters and father are hungry would you be a dear and get some fish at the market.” “yes mama !” Nana beamed finally being of use made her proud. In the part of town they lived in it was considered more than safe for a child of her age to run errands for their parents. Though sometimes she would pout and ask why Nao couldent do it, she was older afterall.
Sliping her big coat on after her little brown boots with small tufts of pink lining them which she so deeply adored. She made sure to zip her jacket up as far as she could and fixing hear beanie to cover her small pierced ears. “I'm leaving mama !”
With those words Nana was on her way; she had always had a kind demeanor and an identity that was kind and playful. Gripping her 2,000 yen bill, if she lost it she'd never hear the end of it. Nana walked to the same market vendor she always had, it was so often they knew her by name ‘Nana Komatsu’, they also knew that she was ten years old. Her favorite color was pink, and how she loved to bake strawberry cake and wished she had someone to share it with. She'd go on and on about everything she loved in those small moments with the market vendor she felt alive, for the first time in her life she felt like someone could care as much as she could.
This winter on the other hand was colder than the others had been. The snow made the pretty boots slide. ‘Hey, those boots are weird!” said what seemed to be the leader of a group of little boys. They seemed much older than nana towering over her and speaking foul profanities she couldn't even understand. The constant berating of their mean words lashing at her face caused a sting in her eyes. “haHAHA CRY BABY NANA!”, she would never admit it but she was . Nana had a big heart that at the mere touch leaked tears of sorrow most of it had been built up to overflow. “L leave m..mme alone.” , she muttered barely being able to get it out though gasps and the most heart wrenching cries. “No little baby with the ugly boots!!” The boys belched out mocking her tears and demeanor. “LEAVE HER ALONE UGLY” . The yell hit Nana's ears ringing deep within her . there she was, all nana could think was how cool she was, her hair to her shoulders, the ends of it resting just above her soft yellow scarf and a gritty looking beanie adorned her head . “Are you okay Girl ?” IN all her aw for this mysterious girl she had never met before her eyes cleared and tears evaporated on her rosy red cheeks. “Your weird girl.”, The remark ripped nana from her hase of this new girl's glory “WHAT… no im not” she grumbled cheeks puffing and eyebrows knitting together showing an obvious disappointment. “HAHAHA YOUr so funny “ her laugh was soft, it wasn't mocking like the boys. She was kind and oh so pretty too . “Ech girl your fish is gonna get weird if you don't go.” she pointed at the fish nana forgot she even had. The plastic handles had already left a deep red mark between her palm and fingers. Quickly bidding the raggedy girl farewell she dashed home as quickly as she could. Her mothers yells ring in her ears, preparing herself for what's to come.
Chapter 1/?
chapter one is writen in hachis pov as her nickname will be introduce later :D!!!
“If you don’t want me, I’ll just deem you gay”
Wrote a little blog post this morning. "A Lightbulb Moment" It's not crochet related, but feel free to read it if you like xxx https://dollydaydreamcrochet.com/blogs/dolly-daydream-crochet-blog/a-lightbulb-moment #blogpost #ptsd #emdr #lighthouse #storm #mentalhealth