As i am a free-time photographer i enjoy editing photos as iconic as this one. It is beautiful :P
Not today Justin
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wallacepolsom

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Love Begins
we're not kids anymore.
RMH
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cherry valley forever
noise dept.
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Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature
todays bird
Claire Keane
Misplaced Lens Cap
occasionally subtle
Peter Solarz

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@thepitispinacle
As i am a free-time photographer i enjoy editing photos as iconic as this one. It is beautiful :P
I honestly never post here. Or ever gave any context to my reblogs or anything. This profile, everything I share is a part of me and what I love. The times of sadness I became happy the times of hurt I healed and now the time of misery is gone due to having a job.
Here’s some context:
I left university about 2 years a go it was my 7th year in education I worked hard to get there but needed support to get me through but I lacked it. I ended up RE-doing the first year with a bit more support. But some things happened and I got off track. It derailed me I had to drop out.
I searched and applied for possibly 1000 jobs if not more. 2 years a go on a Thursday some dealers were looking for the guy who lived downstairs. I stupidly went to answer the door. The guy had an axe. I had to run upstairs protect my fiancee. They didn’t do anything apart from smash the 2nd door to my flat.
From that point on I can’t be around smashing glass or anything loud. Banging on a door makes me super paranoid. And I live in an in settling block of flats. We got moved which is what I wanted anyways. But I think it could be paid from everything that happened.
The story gets better cause nearly 2 years from it I’m finally ready to put it all behind and get into the job I want.
No therapy just purely waiting for the right time to heal and meditate when I remember. Moving myself away from situations now is super easy cause of the isolation and I feel super good as a person, even if I get anxiety a LOT on buses and car journeys.
I don’t ask for reblogs but if someone has more experience than me in the self diagnosis of ptsd would be great. Just like a second opinion as a note or whatever
Wild elf by sombrefeline
Glory to the Slavic gods! by Mantheniel Photography Inspired by amazing song ARKONA- Slavsia, Rus ♥ https://youtu.be/BaP1wDvkA6E 500 px.com quality https://500px.com/photo/222682643/glory-to-the-slavic-gods-by-mantheniel-photography DeviantART.COM http://lucreciamortishia.deviantart.com/art/Glory-to-the-Slavic-gods-697115765
Please do not remove this credit ! thanks ♥
DM: In the hallway between you and the door are three bodies.
Rogue: Dead bodies?
DM: …yes
Bard: Live bodies are just called people!!
Propaganda Magazine, 1984, [scan by: rocknpunkdad]
Beetlejuice (1988)
“I need the therapy of taking photographs and I don’t mean just snapping, which I do a decent amount. I mean a session – something I can bite on, as it were.”
Siouxie Sioux - NYC, 1980
Siouxsie Sioux by David Arnoff (from Zig Zag magazine - June, 1981)
can you help me feel love, cause I’m not made of steel
I honestly never post here. Or ever gave any context to my reblogs or anything. This profile, everything I share is a part of me and what I love. The times of sadness I became happy the times of hurt I healed and now the time of misery is gone due to having a job.
Here's some context:
I left university about 2 years a go it was my 7th year in education I worked hard to get there but needed support to get me through but I lacked it. I ended up RE-doing the first year with a bit more support. But some things happened and I got off track. It derailed me I had to drop out.
I searched and applied for possibly 1000 jobs if not more. 2 years a go on a Thursday some dealers were looking for the guy who lived downstairs. I stupidly went to answer the door. The guy had an axe. I had to run upstairs protect my fiancee. They didn't do anything apart from smash the 2nd door to my flat.
From that point on I can't be around smashing glass or anything loud. Banging on a door makes me super paranoid. And I live in an in settling block of flats. We got moved which is what I wanted anyways. But I think it could be paid from everything that happened.
The story gets better cause nearly 2 years from it I'm finally ready to put it all behind and get into the job I want.
No therapy just purely waiting for the right time to heal and meditate when I remember. Moving myself away from situations now is super easy cause of the isolation and I feel super good as a person, even if I get anxiety a LOT on buses and car journeys.
I don't ask for reblogs but if someone has more experience than me in the self diagnosis of ptsd would be great. Just like a second opinion as a note or whatever
This is the money Patrick. Reblog so money will come your way
“I’m getting back in line.”
OKAY but i just reblogged this last night and guess what i got today from my workplace’s self-audit!
THANK YOU PATRICK FOR FREE MONEY
BLESS ME PATRICK
PATRICK I HAVE NEVER STRAYED YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVED YOU
@billshitposts
*rolls sleeves* aight dude lets get me some money
Can i just *Gets in line*…there
Y'all I reblogged this and got $240 in tips in one day at work so 🤔🤔🤔
Hmmm will today be my lucky day Patrick?? 😩🙌🏻
Give me a job and I will be happy
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