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  • Just imagine okay😂
  • Just imagine okay😂
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  • Always learning!
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  • 《Not Familiar With》 
我們所有人,也傾向做自己熟悉的事、習以為常的事、有安全感的事。但你有想過就是這一些讓我們感覺良好的模式,阻礙了我們成長與變化的機會嗎?
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薑姐特地挑選了她最討厭的粉紅色非洲菊為主花,在旁則以不搭調的橙黃色與紅玫瑰玫瑰作配襯。其中的幾朵,嘗試以歐美最流行,手掀花瓣的方法,去塑造花朵不同的型態(雖然我們還是比較喜歡看花兒自己慢慢的盛放)。粉嫩的香水玫瑰,附和著那幾朵盛開的非洲菊 ,再將粉肉色的掌類植物放到最高點,打破作品的重心。中間的粉紫色繡球花,則調和著所有不同的顏色,讓彈眼的色彩變得柔和。銀葉菊,白雪山 、商陸果等花材,則以其曲線為作品帶來具詩意的動感。
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無論是在插花班或私人短訊中,常常會有朋友常常問我們插花有什麼秘訣,薑姐都會說:「膽大心細。」要勇敢的去創作,不用怕別人指點與眼光,也不要常留在自己的 comfort zone,但又要細心的去處理每一個細節,才能創造到令人讚嘆的花藝作品啊!
  • 《Not Familiar With》
    我們所有人,也傾向做自己熟悉的事、習以為常的事、有安全感的事。但你有想過就是這一些讓我們感覺良好的模式,阻礙了我們成長與變化的機會嗎?

    薑姐特地挑選了她最討厭的粉紅色非洲菊為主花,在旁則以不搭調的橙黃色與紅玫瑰玫瑰作配襯。其中的幾朵,嘗試以歐美最流行,手掀花瓣的方法,去塑造花朵不同的型態(雖然我們還是比較喜歡看花兒自己慢慢的盛放)。粉嫩的香水玫瑰,附和著那幾朵盛開的非洲菊 ,再將粉肉色的掌類植物放到最高點,打破作品的重心。中間的粉紫色繡球花,則調和著所有不同的顏色,讓彈眼的色彩變得柔和。銀葉菊,白雪山 、商陸果等花材,則以其曲線為作品帶來具詩意的動感。

    無論是在插花班或私人短訊中,常常會有朋友常常問我們插花有什麼秘訣,薑姐都會說:「膽大心細。」要勇敢的去創作,不用怕別人指點與眼光,也不要常留在自己的 comfort zone,但又要細心的去處理每一個細節,才能創造到令人讚嘆的花藝作品啊!
  • 115 3 5 hours ago
  • This is deeep! 
Y'all need to read and understand this!
  • This is deeep!
    Y'all need to read and understand this!
  • 9,517 55 15 July, 2019

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  • •••
Oh There's an Imposter!
Someone running around 
Running their mouth 
Not knowing what the fuck
They're talking about 
Posing, Pretending, Wishing 
To ride on my talent 
While They Hang From My Nuts
Because My Name
Is the flame the fiery Stuff
Legends are Made Of

Ooooooo Ooooooo
Bitches Just Want to Be Me

It's such a scandalous scandal
Because They Know They Can't Handle
This Intellectual Genius
So They Slander-
Fucking Copy Cat
Swallow Your Delusions of Grandeur
You Want a Response, Here is Your Answer
Hating Because My Pendulum Swinging, 
Crowds screaming my name
Leaving em in awe singing-

Ooooooo Ooooooo
Bitches just Want to Be Me

Shoulda known Bitch I'd put you on blast,
Not even worthy to lick on my ass
Take Notes C*** Sucker in Azrael's Class
Learn Something-
Pen and Pad Teaching 
That You're not Part of the Dream
Or Part of the Team
Because I'm god like-
An extraterrestrial being

Ooooooo Ooooooo 
Bitches Just Want To Be Me!
  • •••
    Oh There's an Imposter!
    Someone running around
    Running their mouth
    Not knowing what the fuck
    They're talking about
    Posing, Pretending, Wishing
    To ride on my talent
    While They Hang From My Nuts
    Because My Name
    Is the flame the fiery Stuff
    Legends are Made Of

    Ooooooo Ooooooo
    Bitches Just Want to Be Me

    It's such a scandalous scandal
    Because They Know They Can't Handle
    This Intellectual Genius
    So They Slander-
    Fucking Copy Cat
    Swallow Your Delusions of Grandeur
    You Want a Response, Here is Your Answer
    Hating Because My Pendulum Swinging,
    Crowds screaming my name
    Leaving em in awe singing-

    Ooooooo Ooooooo
    Bitches just Want to Be Me

    Shoulda known Bitch I'd put you on blast,
    Not even worthy to lick on my ass
    Take Notes C*** Sucker in Azrael's Class
    Learn Something-
    Pen and Pad Teaching
    That You're not Part of the Dream
    Or Part of the Team
    Because I'm god like-
    An extraterrestrial being

    Ooooooo Ooooooo
    Bitches Just Want To Be Me!
  • 10 4 2 hours ago
  • 77 1 3 hours ago
  • Can you recall the day we first met
Your hazelnut eyes surveyed me, while I disregarded your sense of style,
What a hippy, I thought to myself.

And that evening in the station,
When you hurried behind my train with my favorite pack of chips,
And how I shoved my shoulders at you for being so cinematic about it.

With a blow of smoke in the air, your cigarette burned till the end,
But your laughter never stopped;
You laughed at my lame jokes as well.

As your tea replaced my favorite cappuccino,
And your plain rice won over my pepperoni pizza,
I realised how knee deep I was into you.

I have seen your phases of hair colours,
From red to brown to silver, I've hated them all.
.

I have witnessed you gulping down the rain
Drop wise, like a dry land quenching its thirst,
And then spending the whole night in sneezes and coughs.
.

I have felt your coldest days, when you struggled to breathe,
How those nights, you tore yourself apart in pieces
And howled like a five year old to me, to me.
.

I have known your hesitation in decision,
How you fumble around, wanting to be accepted.
.

I have met the demons inside your head
As they rose against me in an argument,
And tripped over, when my love overcame.
.

Still through all of these,
I watched you leave as well.
And I stood still as I forever did
Like a tall skyscraper.
.

Until today, when I stand again, infront of your coven
With your frozen hazelnut eyes shut
You are dressed exactly like the first day I met you,
And this time, that hippy style of yours, doesn't mind me at all.
.
.
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  • Can you recall the day we first met
    Your hazelnut eyes surveyed me, while I disregarded your sense of style,
    What a hippy, I thought to myself.

    And that evening in the station,
    When you hurried behind my train with my favorite pack of chips,
    And how I shoved my shoulders at you for being so cinematic about it.

    With a blow of smoke in the air, your cigarette burned till the end,
    But your laughter never stopped;
    You laughed at my lame jokes as well.

    As your tea replaced my favorite cappuccino,
    And your plain rice won over my pepperoni pizza,
    I realised how knee deep I was into you.

    I have seen your phases of hair colours,
    From red to brown to silver, I've hated them all.
    .

    I have witnessed you gulping down the rain
    Drop wise, like a dry land quenching its thirst,
    And then spending the whole night in sneezes and coughs.
    .

    I have felt your coldest days, when you struggled to breathe,
    How those nights, you tore yourself apart in pieces
    And howled like a five year old to me, to me.
    .

    I have known your hesitation in decision,
    How you fumble around, wanting to be accepted.
    .

    I have met the demons inside your head
    As they rose against me in an argument,
    And tripped over, when my love overcame.
    .

    Still through all of these,
    I watched you leave as well.
    And I stood still as I forever did
    Like a tall skyscraper.
    .

    Until today, when I stand again, infront of your coven
    With your frozen hazelnut eyes shut
    You are dressed exactly like the first day I met you,
    And this time, that hippy style of yours, doesn't mind me at all.
    .
    .
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  • 6 1 3 hours ago
  • Too honour the children.

Is an honour to ourselves.

To respect the children.

Is a respect to ourselves.

To play with the children.

Sets our inner child free.

To see wisdom in their eyes.

Allows us to see more clearly.

To praise the children, as we raise them up.

Raises the vibration in all of our cups.

Look at them.

And see the truth.

You are them.

And they are you.

Never separate.

Simply renewed.

For they stand closer to God.

Than you ever knew.
  • Too honour the children.

    Is an honour to ourselves.

    To respect the children.

    Is a respect to ourselves.

    To play with the children.

    Sets our inner child free.

    To see wisdom in their eyes.

    Allows us to see more clearly.

    To praise the children, as we raise them up.

    Raises the vibration in all of our cups.

    Look at them.

    And see the truth.

    You are them.

    And they are you.

    Never separate.

    Simply renewed.

    For they stand closer to God.

    Than you ever knew.
  • 5 2 3 hours ago
  • • Existence // You're like the rain to my thirsty Existence.
  • • Existence // You're like the rain to my thirsty Existence.
  • 42 4 3 hours ago
  • Fight for the beauty you want to see in yourself #selfworth
  • Fight for the beauty you want to see in yourself #selfworth
  • 9 2 3 hours ago
  • Not being “okay” is not a sign of weakness- it’s a sign that you are human. And I have found, more often than not, when I reach out and say, “I am not okay.” Someone stretches a hand toward me and loves me in the dark until I can get up and walk back into the light.
  • Not being “okay” is not a sign of weakness- it’s a sign that you are human. And I have found, more often than not, when I reach out and say, “I am not okay.” Someone stretches a hand toward me and loves me in the dark until I can get up and walk back into the light.
  • 18 2 3 hours ago
  • "All the winds go sighing • for sweet things dying" - Christina Rossetti
  • "All the winds go sighing • for sweet things dying" - Christina Rossetti
  • 8 1 3 hours ago
  • Ни за кого не голосую
И сторис много не смотрю
Себе я радости плюсую
И жизнь прекрасную дарю
Есть я и есть мои успехи,
Желания,творчество,полет 
А на других смотреть “утехи” 
Я не хочу так напролёт
Все дни и ночи умиляясь,
И лайками всех засыпая в ряд,
Собой хочу быть просыпаясь,
И не со всеми я подряд
Обязан милым быть и близким,
Следить за глупой ерундой
Мне эти псевдо-переписки,
Анкеты,полы мишурой 
Лишь кажутся,а не реалом
Не жизнью вашей я живу
Не нужно мне все это даром
Любить хочу я наяву,
А не ресницами с бровями 
По всем сетям наперебой 
И как «живете вы в Майями»
Не интересно все отбой
Давно уже потуги эти
Смешны,банальны и не в счёт
Я быть собой хочу на свете,
Идти отчаянно вперёд...©️
#misheldar #стихи #моистихи #самиммобой #myown #poetry #mypoetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetrysociety #poetryislife #poetry_addicts #lines #lyrics #words #thoughts #mylife #poet #poetic #bliss #blissful #поэзия #поэзиядуши #поэзия21века #rhyme #time #poem #poems
  • Ни за кого не голосую
    И сторис много не смотрю
    Себе я радости плюсую
    И жизнь прекрасную дарю
    Есть я и есть мои успехи,
    Желания,творчество,полет
    А на других смотреть “утехи”
    Я не хочу так напролёт
    Все дни и ночи умиляясь,
    И лайками всех засыпая в ряд,
    Собой хочу быть просыпаясь,
    И не со всеми я подряд
    Обязан милым быть и близким,
    Следить за глупой ерундой
    Мне эти псевдо-переписки,
    Анкеты,полы мишурой
    Лишь кажутся,а не реалом
    Не жизнью вашей я живу
    Не нужно мне все это даром
    Любить хочу я наяву,
    А не ресницами с бровями
    По всем сетям наперебой
    И как «живете вы в Майями»
    Не интересно все отбой
    Давно уже потуги эти
    Смешны,банальны и не в счёт
    Я быть собой хочу на свете,
    Идти отчаянно вперёд...©️
    #misheldar #стихи #моистихи #самиммобой #myown #poetry #mypoetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetrysociety #poetryislife #poetry_addicts #lines #lyrics #words #thoughts #mylife #poet #poetic #bliss #blissful #поэзия #поэзиядуши #поэзия21века #rhyme #time #poem #poems
  • 21 0 3 hours ago
  • Ни за кого не голосую
И сторис много не смотрю
Себе я радости плюсую
И жизнь прекрасную дарю
Есть я и есть мои успехи,
Желания,творчество,полет 
А на других смотреть “утехи” 
Я не хочу так напролёт
Все дни и ночи умиляясь,
И лайками всех засыпая в ряд,
Собой хочу быть просыпаясь,
И не со всеми я подряд
Обязан милым быть и близким,
Следить за глупой ерундой
Мне эти псевдо-переписки,
Анкеты,полы мишурой 
Лишь кажутся,а не реалом
Не жизнью вашей я живу
Не нужно мне все это даром
Любить хочу я наяву,
А не ресницами с бровями 
По всем сетям наперебой 
И как «живете вы в Майями»
Не интересно все отбой
Давно уже потуги эти
Смешны,банальны и не в счёт
Я быть собой хочу на свете,
Идти отчаянно вперёд...©️
#misheldar #стихи #моистихи #самиммобой #myown #poetry #mypoetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetrysociety #poetryislife #poetry_addicts #lines #lyrics #words #thoughts #mylife #poet #poetic #bliss #blissful #поэзия #поэзиядуши #поэзия21века #rhyme #time #poem #poems
  • Ни за кого не голосую
    И сторис много не смотрю
    Себе я радости плюсую
    И жизнь прекрасную дарю
    Есть я и есть мои успехи,
    Желания,творчество,полет
    А на других смотреть “утехи”
    Я не хочу так напролёт
    Все дни и ночи умиляясь,
    И лайками всех засыпая в ряд,
    Собой хочу быть просыпаясь,
    И не со всеми я подряд
    Обязан милым быть и близким,
    Следить за глупой ерундой
    Мне эти псевдо-переписки,
    Анкеты,полы мишурой
    Лишь кажутся,а не реалом
    Не жизнью вашей я живу
    Не нужно мне все это даром
    Любить хочу я наяву,
    А не ресницами с бровями
    По всем сетям наперебой
    И как «живете вы в Майями»
    Не интересно все отбой
    Давно уже потуги эти
    Смешны,банальны и не в счёт
    Я быть собой хочу на свете,
    Идти отчаянно вперёд...©️
    #misheldar #стихи #моистихи #самиммобой #myown #poetry #mypoetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetrysociety #poetryislife #poetry_addicts #lines #lyrics #words #thoughts #mylife #poet #poetic #bliss #blissful #поэзия #поэзиядуши #поэзия21века #rhyme #time #poem #poems
  • 8 0 3 hours ago