#longaf

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#longaf https://www.instagram.com/p/B1mS-JNHTJw/?igshid=1njioolgchgi1

[scorpiov1bes]

Work thoughts from a Scorpio

I have heard many bosses suck from what people say. I think if you are not a very organized person and/or an A Hole and/or a slacker and/or are not very smart, you should not be a boss at all. Some bosses should give people who do work super smart raises. Also try to not let less smart people be in control of you. I found that some people push themselves to hard in work when they could be working smarter in a job that has permanent minimum wage or low paying. If you also stay more relaxed, you might think smarter. Some people do not work well under pressure though. It's sad when people don't overachieve by working smarter, but working too hard. I consider my self a hard worker, but for the jobs I choose to do, I usually try to think about how I could work smarter which is a better way to work harder, but there are some people who seem to always make things harder than they have to be in work a lot of the time which I think is insine and in no one tells them otherwise and they domt want to change... 😹 If you are not going to get a raise, just try to think of how you can work smarter and not harder especially if it's just volunteering. I'm not saying I am the best worker because I don't like saying I'm better than another right to their face, but i have been pretty lucky... 😹 PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF ENOUGH ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE NOT A GRADE A A-HOLE. No one is the "boss of you" but, you could follow things or suggest some if you think it's needed at work and if you know it's not needed then great, you know a smarter way to work. In my recent job I have learned how to be more assertive with little anger, and not following harder than it has to be ways of doing things and if a boss wants what you know is too much from you then you should quit if it's a non partnership work where you have to work on your own. I do trust my own judgement a lot of the time.

[tray-86-blog]

#naillover#coffinnails#blingnails#longaf# (at Mount Pritchard)

[poobear1996]

So I wrote this a little while ago and this is my first time posting...might implode the rest

Part 1 : Edward

I couldn't help but take a longer look at him as he walked out of his house and got in the car. I’ve always been a little jealous of Erin’s looks. I mean he’s always been popular with the girls and who could blame them. Tall, not so dark, and handsome. Okay so he’s kinda tall and just because he has dark hair and eyes doesn't mean he's handsome. Right? Why am i even thinking like this?

“How was school? Learn anything?” I ask after he climbs in and gets his seat belt on.

“You should know that I hate the hell hole.” I could hear him roll his eyes.

“ At least this is your last year. What would you like to do for your birthday? Its coming up soon and we haven't made plans yet.” I was hoping that we could spend the day together. But i won't tell him that. He might think it's a bit weird.

“Nicole wanted to get together and see that new superhero movie and go out for food.”

Ah yes, of course it would have to be with them. Why wouldn't it be!

“ Hey, would you like to look at apartments on the way to my house?” I would rather not talk about her at the moment. Like anything else would be a better topic. I think to myself.

“ Aren't they coming over tonight?” He replies with just a hint of confusion in his voice.

Fuck! I completely forgot. Now I have to deal with her. Great. This is the last thing I need today. Nothing i can do to stop her she does whatever she wants. I learned that a long time ago. As I turn off the car I take one last look at him before I open my door. When I get inside I walk straight into my room and turn on the Xbox. He joins me shortly with a sunkiss in his hand and sits on the chair by the door. I’m not sure why but it makes me a little sad that he doesn't take his usual spot on the bed next to me. I look over at him but play it off as I look for a game to play on my bookshelf.

“Sup losers!” I can hear her scream all the way from the kitchen. I don't bother to respond because not even two minutes later she is in the doorway to my bedroom. I turn to look at her and can't help but admire her like always. My eyes wander over her mocha skin covered by short shorts and a batman shirt that is pulled taut by her huge...personality.

“Hey Nicole” Erin says from the corner. I could tell he's trying hard to not look at her. She walks in and sits on the bed next to me. “That’s Erins spot. Move” I can't help but think bitterly.

“Wheres Wayne?” I ask. Just trying to make conversation, not that i really care.

“Right here. So Erin, Christine wants the six of us to go see Power Rangers for your birthday. We can go on Friday ” Wayne says from the doorway. God that man is tall. He's a walking twig with arms. He walks across my room in like three steps and sits criss cross applesauce in the corner by the window.

“Six of us?” Erin responded looking up at him as he walked across the room

“Yea, us four, Christine and your boo thang” Wayne says counting on his fingers.

NO! Why do they want Emma there?! I hate her! To be completely honest there is no reason that i should dislike her. Other than the fact that she took Erin away from me. I shift on my bed and try to avoid eye contact to make sure no one can see the irritated look on my face. There's nothing i can do, he's going to say yes and I will have to sit there and try to seem happy about it. I feel a small nudge on my leg. I look over and meet Nicole's applogic eyes. She is the only one that knows how I feel and i can tell that she didn't really have a hand on planning it.

“Shes been busy lately so im not sure that she will be able to come. On top of that I'm not sure that she would want to go see it anyway. Lets just have it be the five of us. I don't want to deal with that on my birthday.” My eyes shoot over to Erin. He’s still looking at his phone but i can tell that he is upset. All i want to do right now is hold him and make him feel better.

“Trouble in paradise? If you want to talk about it we can go to the spare bedroom and talk.” Nicole said as she slid off the bed and waited for him to get up and follow her out of the room

[tsunami--winds]

The best thing is when people ask if I wear fake eyelashes and I get to tell them no. I was born with these💁

[tinyrock]

Day001

Hello, world. Sol here, or rather, Tinyrock as this blog is called. I will be going by Sol, for all intents and purposes, though. Originally this was going to be used for solely(haha) Dungeons and Dragons based blogging and posts but since I needed an outlet for my life - crazy right? - and I am currently too lazy to just create a Tumblr for blogging the old fashioned way. So here it is. D&D is basically my life anyway outside of art. 

For the first topic, I recently saw Ghost in the Shell. Not the animated movie from the 90s but the 2017 live action adaption. I was ecstatic at first, even with my hesitance surrounding the casting Scarlett Johanssen's performance was good for the "Major". But nonetheless, it was a let down as a live action adaption. It would have been leagues better just being its own GiTS movie. After the viewing, I was torn. Torn between what I love and what I think I love and how I get the things I love to continue loving them. I am an art student in art school. The Art Institutes to be exact. One of those thousands of wayward souls seemingly conned into following their dreams by a for-profit system. Why? Because till about three or four years ago state education didn't support or fund anything game related directly. It was always some rigamarole communications degree that I had to finagle to fit what I wanted it to. Which isn't bad, but the college of communications wasn't going to teach me sculpting or 2D animation solely. I've been in this degree system for collectively four years. I know what I need to continue on. I know what I must learn to excel. After months of doing my finances and seeing that I cannot 

A: Afford to go to school and live in the city in which the school is located without financial assistance.

B: Apply for any more Federal Aid because it effectively ran out - thanks to Full Sail's (the university, I also attended there.) failure logic- last quarter. 

C: Work and Go to school (I already have two jobs in order to refinance my situation. 

The reality of it was, despite all I wanted. What I needed was to stop, I was spending money I didn't have to achieve a dream through means that I didn't need to use. I'm not saying 'Don't go to school!' I'm saying don't waste money on meaningless classes in a system that exploits your thirst for knowledge and equates that hungry mind with a piggy bank. As soon as you are too poor to attend, no one cares about how knowledge hungry you are. So with the lacking funds, the least amount of financial help from the school and my family I have had to decide to withdraw.  Dropping out is so against my style. I feel like I've failed myself no matter how many times I crunch the numbers and see that it is necessary. I tell myself I can go to sleep when I'm between classes. But I can't because I have to speed off to work, to fight the traffic while I'm fighting sleep deprivation to work for too little for too long and do the same thing back home in order to do homework. The main reason I got a second job. To get control of my life back. I'm too busy to enjoy the quiet times I do get. I'm too distracted to see days pass me by. I am too...something to do anything. That is a problem. So, blogging to keep me sane. 

I have a brother, he is in jail. He made a mistake and is paying the price for that mistake. Don't worry, no one died. But if you ask him, he might tell you otherwise. I miss talking with him, he was a font of advice you see. We worked the same job for a time, we needed the cash and we didn't mind working hard. I blame myself, sometimes, for his current state. I moved away and he stayed by himself and was going through some tough times. I couldn't have been any help other than a voice on the phone. Even I know how depressing that is sometimes. Like now, when people ask me to call them and they give me words of encouragement where words will only be words and their actions only thoughts in their heads.  Leaving me the same way by the time I hit 'end call' the same way he did when our conversations ended. Tough reality.  To add some glory to my days, I will be doing an art challenge.  At least one drawing a day for the entire year.  Most likely will all be D&D related or some D20 system. But you never know. I am a traditionally trained artist so my mind and muse sometimes wander...by the end of the year, 365+ designs or full pieces. Hopefully. I can do this. I know I can. 

Time to just do.  - Sol 2k17

[katiefabe666]

Excellent work by @junt92 today! Stay tuned for for color at some point in the near future #selfiez #mostlyvirginhair #longaf (at Ogle School)

[thelordofwarr-blog]

Poem: Rose,the little Rose,she might be little,but she is bigger than you think

Die Rose,rot,tödlich,verwundbar und doch so schön. So zart,so zierlich so voll Freude,nie traurig. Viele fragen mich:" Warum ist sie dein Mädchen?" Ich sage ihnen das ich dies nicht weiß und doch ist es so. Sie hat mich glücklich gemacht,nie traurig,sie gibt mir kraft und mut. Mit ihr bin ich der der ich bin,ohne sie nichts. Ich werde auch gefragt ob es nicht eine andere gibt,welche ich liebe. Ja diese gibt es,es ist die zweite Rose,die Rose die nur ich zu Gesicht bekomme,das zweite Gesicht meiner Rose. Wie es ist? Ich vermag es nicht zu beschreiben. Ich vermag meine Rose nicht zu beschreiben, da mir ihr bloßer anblick den verstand nimmt.Sie vermag es mich glücklich zu machen,mich zu dem zu machen was ich bin. Sie gibt mir den Antrieb weiterzumachen,was ich gerade tue. Sie gibt niemals auf,so werde ich dies auch nicht tuen,und wenn ich es tue wird sie mich aufrichten das ich weitermache.Glück ist nicht das was wir empfinden,nicht Freude,es ist ein gefühl,stärker als Liebe,wie als hätten uns die Götter miteinader verbunden. Ich werde sie nie loslassen,sie nie mich,und wenn die Zeit unser kurzes Licht des Lebens erlischen lässt,werden wir in den Köpfen der menschen auf ewig weiterleben,wie werden zu Sagen und Geschichten welche auch noch die Kinder eurer Kinder erzählen werden.Sie hatt mich schon oft gerettet,da sie immernoch stärker ist,stärker als ihr denkt. Sie mag zwar klein sein,aber in Wahrheit ist groß,größer als alles was ihr kennt,auch wenn diese größe niemand sehen kann.Ihre Augen,grau wie der Stahl,Stahl genauso kalt wie meine Liebe,doch ihre Augen mögen kühl sein,doch sie ist es nicht,sie ist einer Sonne gleich,sie liebt feurig und energisch,so wie ich es zu können nie vermag. Doch liebt sie mich und ich liebe sie mehr,da sie mich brauch,genauso wie ich sie brauche. Wie das Gute das Böse,der Himmel die Erde und so werden wir für immer zusammen sein,für immer durch die Straßen der Stadt gehen.Die wird nie enden. Es wird nicht enden. Ich will nicht das es endet sie auch nicht. Meine Rose,die kleinste und doch die allergrößte.