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  • Certain structures exist to uphold society: family, faith, and institutions. The strength of these leads to high times, and when they are weak, low times. When times are good, we need something to attack, an enemy, so we invent false oppressors. When times are bad, we navigate back to these places of order and stability. What we build-up, we break down, only to build it again. When we don’t have an enemy, we create one, then triumphantly defeat it. Humans have a lot to answer for.
  • Certain structures exist to uphold society: family, faith, and institutions. The strength of these leads to high times, and when they are weak, low times. When times are good, we need something to attack, an enemy, so we invent false oppressors. When times are bad, we navigate back to these places of order and stability. What we build-up, we break down, only to build it again. When we don’t have an enemy, we create one, then triumphantly defeat it. Humans have a lot to answer for.
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  • #Repost @baobabart_official with @make_repost
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[ 캠페인 - 개나리꽃이 피었습니다♬ ]
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추운 겨울날, 싹 틔울 준비 중인 개나리의 꽃말은 '희망'입니다. 우리 아이들이 미래를 꽃 피울 수 있도록 온기를 전달해주세요.
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캠페인 참여방법
1)활짝 핀 개나리를 자유롭게 그려주세요
2)캠페인을 이어갈 지목 대상 두 분의 아이디와 네 가지 해쉬태그를 함께 인스타그램에 업로드합니다
#바오밥성장그림 #개나리꽃이피었습니다 #기부캠페인 #세이브더칠드런
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2019년 마지막 날까지 업로드 된 그림 갯수 X 1000원으로 환산한 금액을 주최사(바오밥성장그림)에서 세이브더칠드런으로 전세계 아이들의 생명, 인권보호를 위해 기부합니다.
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여러분의 그림 한 장으로 기부캠페인에 동참해주세요🌼 예쁘게 찍어보려고 했는데,
그러다간 주말이 훌쩍 지나갈 것 같아
그냥 올려보아요😂🌼
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너무 좋은 취지의 캠페인이네요!
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저는
@cottony_botanic 
@little_brush_ 
님을 지목해보겠습니다😊
아름다운 개나리 부탁해요💛
  • #Repost @baobabart_official with @make_repost
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    [ 캠페인 - 개나리꽃이 피었습니다♬ ]
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    추운 겨울날, 싹 틔울 준비 중인 개나리의 꽃말은 '희망'입니다. 우리 아이들이 미래를 꽃 피울 수 있도록 온기를 전달해주세요.
    -
    캠페인 참여방법
    1)활짝 핀 개나리를 자유롭게 그려주세요
    2)캠페인을 이어갈 지목 대상 두 분의 아이디와 네 가지 해쉬태그를 함께 인스타그램에 업로드합니다
    #바오밥성장그림 #개나리꽃이피었습니다 #기부캠페인 #세이브더칠드런
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    2019년 마지막 날까지 업로드 된 그림 갯수 X 1000원으로 환산한 금액을 주최사(바오밥성장그림)에서 세이브더칠드런으로 전세계 아이들의 생명, 인권보호를 위해 기부합니다.
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    여러분의 그림 한 장으로 기부캠페인에 동참해주세요🌼 예쁘게 찍어보려고 했는데,
    그러다간 주말이 훌쩍 지나갈 것 같아
    그냥 올려보아요😂🌼

    너무 좋은 취지의 캠페인이네요!

    저는
    @cottony_botanic
    @little_brush_
    님을 지목해보겠습니다😊
    아름다운 개나리 부탁해요💛
  • 11 2 4 minutes ago
  • Takhle teď trávím většinu času a bohužel tedy velmi zanedbávám všechno ostatní, včetně FB a IG stránky.
Je to hlavně kvůli tomu, že jsem teď přebral hodně agendy v našem týmu v IBM (však až se k tomu dostanu, popíši to podobně jako nástup na stáž v sekci “korporátník” na blogu).
Ale věřím, že jak si to všechno sedne, bude to zase lepší a budu mít více času i na sledování českého byznysu.
  • Takhle teď trávím většinu času a bohužel tedy velmi zanedbávám všechno ostatní, včetně FB a IG stránky.
    Je to hlavně kvůli tomu, že jsem teď přebral hodně agendy v našem týmu v IBM (však až se k tomu dostanu, popíši to podobně jako nástup na stáž v sekci “korporátník” na blogu).
    Ale věřím, že jak si to všechno sedne, bude to zase lepší a budu mít více času i na sledování českého byznysu.
  • 4 1 6 minutes ago
  • Χειροποίητο καφέ τσαντάκι με αλυσίδα! 🥰
Τιμή: 55€
Δωρεάν έξοδα αποστολής σε όλη την Ελλάδα!
  • Χειροποίητο καφέ τσαντάκι με αλυσίδα! 🥰
    Τιμή: 55€
    Δωρεάν έξοδα αποστολής σε όλη την Ελλάδα!
  • 4 1 15 minutes ago
  • 華文朗讀節—故事的力量。✍🏻
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1.距離(名詞)
富有者唯一願意與貧困者共同擁有的東西

2. 耐心 (名詞)
這是偽裝成美德的一種輕度失望。

今天心靈充電,無論是《最好不過是日常》的作家,提醒不該麻木在日常,生活都有它的可愛之處,飲食文學寫的不是一道菜,可能是傳承亦或是某種意義非凡的記念,對此也加諸我一些靈感。而珊妮老師海量推薦詩作及魔鬼辭典一書,顛覆我們受限的腦海框架,吸收後找出自己脈絡,重新審視生活,諷刺的描述讓人會心一笑,卻也實實在在挖苦著現代人的盲目和麻木不仁,是個值得大家省思的好活動。多了很多書單要完成,而你,又有多久沒好好欣賞完一本書📖呢?

#power#book#poems#nice#study#inspiration#read#grow#speech#share#life#idea#life#things#sense#enjoy#heart#think#strong#interesting#famous#editor#emotional#talented#artist#story#creative
  • 華文朗讀節—故事的力量。✍🏻
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    1.距離(名詞)
    富有者唯一願意與貧困者共同擁有的東西

    2. 耐心 (名詞)
    這是偽裝成美德的一種輕度失望。

    今天心靈充電,無論是《最好不過是日常》的作家,提醒不該麻木在日常,生活都有它的可愛之處,飲食文學寫的不是一道菜,可能是傳承亦或是某種意義非凡的記念,對此也加諸我一些靈感。而珊妮老師海量推薦詩作及魔鬼辭典一書,顛覆我們受限的腦海框架,吸收後找出自己脈絡,重新審視生活,諷刺的描述讓人會心一笑,卻也實實在在挖苦著現代人的盲目和麻木不仁,是個值得大家省思的好活動。多了很多書單要完成,而你,又有多久沒好好欣賞完一本書📖呢?

    #power #book #poems #nice #study #inspiration #read #grow #speech #share #life #idea #life #things #sense #enjoy #heart #think #strong #interesting #famous #editor #emotional #talented #artist #story #creative
  • 2 0 16 minutes ago
  • Essa é uma combinação de penteado e topete clássico, que deixa a proposta  ainda mais linda, e ideal para qualquer ocasião!
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Agende já sua produção 📲(16) 99220-9992
  • Essa é uma combinação de penteado e topete clássico, que deixa a proposta ainda mais linda, e ideal para qualquer ocasião!
    .
    Agende já sua produção 📲(16) 99220-9992
  • 1 1 18 minutes ago
  • "NO-SENSE ROMANO"  #hell
Rosso Vermiglio, si alza il sipario.
Pollice alzato, copione recitato.
Oh sciocca vecchia città che travestita e mascherata ti mostri bella ed eterna al mondo.
Caronte traghetti le anime nel vuoto, anche tu privo di ogni punto fermo cerchi invano di aggrappati al niente.
Il popolo brucia, tratto in inganno da lussuria e gola, attrae a sè il vero carnefice; l'essere umano.
Viso rivolto a terra, mano sofferente che cerca un riscatto, un dono, forse evasione.
Un sussurro, un bisbiglio: "è questo dunque l'oblio?"
Una mano tesa della prigione infernale arde. 
Il popolo urla, corre, si dimena e poi tace.
Ecco la luce, ecco la pace.
L'acqua salva e la giustizia colpisce.
Siamo alle porte del purgatorio, perché qui a Roma il paradiso è solo follia!

#NoSenseRomano #project #photooftheday #photographer #photo #pic #picoftheday #fujifilmxt100 #fujifiomitalia #blackandwhite #black #idea #stories #fujifilmglobal #hell #dantealighieri
  • "NO-SENSE ROMANO" #hell
    Rosso Vermiglio, si alza il sipario.
    Pollice alzato, copione recitato.
    Oh sciocca vecchia città che travestita e mascherata ti mostri bella ed eterna al mondo.
    Caronte traghetti le anime nel vuoto, anche tu privo di ogni punto fermo cerchi invano di aggrappati al niente.
    Il popolo brucia, tratto in inganno da lussuria e gola, attrae a sè il vero carnefice; l'essere umano.
    Viso rivolto a terra, mano sofferente che cerca un riscatto, un dono, forse evasione.
    Un sussurro, un bisbiglio: "è questo dunque l'oblio?"
    Una mano tesa della prigione infernale arde.
    Il popolo urla, corre, si dimena e poi tace.
    Ecco la luce, ecco la pace.
    L'acqua salva e la giustizia colpisce.
    Siamo alle porte del purgatorio, perché qui a Roma il paradiso è solo follia!

    #NoSenseRomano #project #photooftheday #photographer #photo #pic #picoftheday #fujifilmxt100 #fujifiomitalia #blackandwhite #black #idea #stories #fujifilmglobal #hell #dantealighieri
  • 14 0 24 minutes ago
  • The reason we might believe that spirits walk amongst us could be for fear that if we didn’t believe, there’d be some unexpected appearance ensuing a code tinged with colourized depression. At the funeral, provided our legacy provides enough finances to hold such a service, our eulogy may be interrupted by the same spirit that shocked the heart into atrophy and tell our friends all the secrets we kept dear. The weird ones. The illegal ones. The embarrassing, hectic and disorganized ones. 
The other reason could be that we feel our lives need to be garnished with charismatic deceased beings that once sat on the rims of our existence like dried and powdered salty celery sticks. A flat and spiceless Ceaser is as crass and spineless as an atheist with a deep seeded denial of a cauda equina diagnosis. 
I believe the souls of the deceased roam freely beside me because I know my soul to be too powerful to be as limited and finite as my funky human form. I know people can change but I think if I left it up to people, the change ain’t not never no fucking way happening. I’ve arranged my life in the past to be so sociopathic-esque in order to fuel a fathomed need to escape my feelings and fears and thoughts that the response to any question was a lie; the action to any unguarded good was to take it; the reason for any department store visit was a free-for-all (but especially me, me, me) shopping spree; the reason for a crowbar was to infiltrate a temporarily unoccupied fortress; and the reason for every relationship was to consume any type of energy and exploit it until my syringe was at sufficient capacity for my chemical climactic escape from sobriety. Basically, fuck society. Essentially fuck propriety. 
The most viscous of all the viscous cycles was that my empathy-void addict vanished at times of withdrawal and I was left with more remorse than I could swallow. How much could you chew?
  • The reason we might believe that spirits walk amongst us could be for fear that if we didn’t believe, there’d be some unexpected appearance ensuing a code tinged with colourized depression. At the funeral, provided our legacy provides enough finances to hold such a service, our eulogy may be interrupted by the same spirit that shocked the heart into atrophy and tell our friends all the secrets we kept dear. The weird ones. The illegal ones. The embarrassing, hectic and disorganized ones.
    The other reason could be that we feel our lives need to be garnished with charismatic deceased beings that once sat on the rims of our existence like dried and powdered salty celery sticks. A flat and spiceless Ceaser is as crass and spineless as an atheist with a deep seeded denial of a cauda equina diagnosis.
    I believe the souls of the deceased roam freely beside me because I know my soul to be too powerful to be as limited and finite as my funky human form. I know people can change but I think if I left it up to people, the change ain’t not never no fucking way happening. I’ve arranged my life in the past to be so sociopathic-esque in order to fuel a fathomed need to escape my feelings and fears and thoughts that the response to any question was a lie; the action to any unguarded good was to take it; the reason for any department store visit was a free-for-all (but especially me, me, me) shopping spree; the reason for a crowbar was to infiltrate a temporarily unoccupied fortress; and the reason for every relationship was to consume any type of energy and exploit it until my syringe was at sufficient capacity for my chemical climactic escape from sobriety. Basically, fuck society. Essentially fuck propriety.
    The most viscous of all the viscous cycles was that my empathy-void addict vanished at times of withdrawal and I was left with more remorse than I could swallow. How much could you chew?
  • 1 2 41 minutes ago
  • The reason we might believe that spirits walk amongst us could be for fear that if we didn’t believe, there’d be some unexpected appearance ensuing a code tinged with colourized depression. At the funeral, provided our legacy provides enough finances to hold such a service, our eulogy may be interrupted by the same spirit that shocked the heart into atrophy and tell our friends all the secrets we kept dear. The weird ones. The illegal ones. The embarrassing, hectic and disorganized ones. 
The other reason could be that we feel our lives need to be garnished with charismatic deceased beings that once sat on the rims of our existence like dried and powdered salty celery sticks. A flat and spiceless Ceaser is as crass and spineless as an atheist with a deep seeded denial of a cauda equina diagnosis. 
I believe the souls of the deceased roam freely beside me because I know my soul to be too powerful to be as limited and finite as my funky human form. I know people can change but I think if I left it up to people, the change ain’t not never no fucking way happening. I’ve arranged my life in the past to be so sociopathic-esque in order to fuel a fathomed need to escape my feelings and fears and thoughts that the response to any question was a lie; the action to any unguarded good was to take it; the reason for any department store visit was a free-for-all (but especially me, me, me) shopping spree; the reason for a crowbar was to infiltrate a temporarily unoccupied fortress; and the reason for every relationship was to consume any type of energy and exploit it until my syringe was at sufficient capacity for my chemical climactic escape from sobriety. Basically, fuck society. Essentially fuck propriety. 
The most viscous of all the viscous cycles was that my empathy-void addict vanished at times of withdrawal and I was left with more remorse than I could swallow. How much could you chew?
  • The reason we might believe that spirits walk amongst us could be for fear that if we didn’t believe, there’d be some unexpected appearance ensuing a code tinged with colourized depression. At the funeral, provided our legacy provides enough finances to hold such a service, our eulogy may be interrupted by the same spirit that shocked the heart into atrophy and tell our friends all the secrets we kept dear. The weird ones. The illegal ones. The embarrassing, hectic and disorganized ones.
    The other reason could be that we feel our lives need to be garnished with charismatic deceased beings that once sat on the rims of our existence like dried and powdered salty celery sticks. A flat and spiceless Ceaser is as crass and spineless as an atheist with a deep seeded denial of a cauda equina diagnosis.
    I believe the souls of the deceased roam freely beside me because I know my soul to be too powerful to be as limited and finite as my funky human form. I know people can change but I think if I left it up to people, the change ain’t not never no fucking way happening. I’ve arranged my life in the past to be so sociopathic-esque in order to fuel a fathomed need to escape my feelings and fears and thoughts that the response to any question was a lie; the action to any unguarded good was to take it; the reason for any department store visit was a free-for-all (but especially me, me, me) shopping spree; the reason for a crowbar was to infiltrate a temporarily unoccupied fortress; and the reason for every relationship was to consume any type of energy and exploit it until my syringe was at sufficient capacity for my chemical climactic escape from sobriety. Basically, fuck society. Essentially fuck propriety.
    The most viscous of all the viscous cycles was that my empathy-void addict vanished at times of withdrawal and I was left with more remorse than I could swallow. How much could you chew?
  • 2 2 46 minutes ago
  • The reason we might believe that spirits walk amongst us could be for fear that if we didn’t believe, there’d be some unexpected appearance ensuing a code tinged with colourized depression. At the funeral, provided our legacy provides enough finances to hold such a service, our eulogy may be interrupted by the same spirit that shocked the heart into atrophy and tell our friends all the secrets we kept dear. The weird ones. The illegal ones. The embarrassing, hectic and disorganized ones. 
The other reason could be that we feel our lives need to be garnished with charismatic deceased beings that once sat on the rims of our existence like dried and powdered salty celery sticks. A flat and spiceless Ceaser is as crass and spineless as an atheist with a deep seeded denial of a cauda equina diagnosis. 
I believe the souls of the deceased roam freely beside me because I know my soul to be too powerful to be as limited and finite as my funky human form. I know people can change but I think if I left it up to people, the change ain’t not never no fucking way happening. I’ve arranged my life in the past to be so sociopathic-esque in order to fuel a fathomed need to escape my feelings and fears and thoughts that the response to any question was a lie; the action to any unguarded good was to take it; the reason for any department store visit was a free-for-all (but especially me, me, me) shopping spree; the reason for a crowbar was to infiltrate a temporarily unoccupied fortress; and the reason for every relationship was to consume any type of energy and exploit it until my syringe was at sufficient capacity for my chemical climactic escape from sobriety. Basically, fuck society. Essentially fuck propriety. 
The most viscous of all the viscous cycles was that my empathy-void addict vanished at times of withdrawal and I was left with more remorse than I could swallow. How much could you chew?
  • The reason we might believe that spirits walk amongst us could be for fear that if we didn’t believe, there’d be some unexpected appearance ensuing a code tinged with colourized depression. At the funeral, provided our legacy provides enough finances to hold such a service, our eulogy may be interrupted by the same spirit that shocked the heart into atrophy and tell our friends all the secrets we kept dear. The weird ones. The illegal ones. The embarrassing, hectic and disorganized ones.
    The other reason could be that we feel our lives need to be garnished with charismatic deceased beings that once sat on the rims of our existence like dried and powdered salty celery sticks. A flat and spiceless Ceaser is as crass and spineless as an atheist with a deep seeded denial of a cauda equina diagnosis.
    I believe the souls of the deceased roam freely beside me because I know my soul to be too powerful to be as limited and finite as my funky human form. I know people can change but I think if I left it up to people, the change ain’t not never no fucking way happening. I’ve arranged my life in the past to be so sociopathic-esque in order to fuel a fathomed need to escape my feelings and fears and thoughts that the response to any question was a lie; the action to any unguarded good was to take it; the reason for any department store visit was a free-for-all (but especially me, me, me) shopping spree; the reason for a crowbar was to infiltrate a temporarily unoccupied fortress; and the reason for every relationship was to consume any type of energy and exploit it until my syringe was at sufficient capacity for my chemical climactic escape from sobriety. Basically, fuck society. Essentially fuck propriety.
    The most viscous of all the viscous cycles was that my empathy-void addict vanished at times of withdrawal and I was left with more remorse than I could swallow. How much could you chew?
  • 10 4 47 minutes ago
  • Not a bad spot for a little Saturday catchup while my son is in Chinese school.
  • Not a bad spot for a little Saturday catchup while my son is in Chinese school.
  • 7 4 1 hour ago
  • I’ve got an idea. 💡
  • I’ve got an idea. 💡
  • 7 1 9 hours ago
  • Apologies for the delayed sketches, there was a lot of travelling in between. This is the work for day 6, exploring the wrapping idea. Let us know your thoughts by commenting with emojis 😁👌🙏
  • Apologies for the delayed sketches, there was a lot of travelling in between. This is the work for day 6, exploring the wrapping idea. Let us know your thoughts by commenting with emojis 😁👌🙏
  • 23 3 13 December, 2019