got 21 grams to spare?

or 0.74oz, 0.091 cups...........
I feel like that sometimes, at work.
But I’m thankful for every opportunity to pick it up, bag the kill and move on forward. And make a bigger sack opening!

I feel like that sometimes, at work.

But I’m thankful for every opportunity to pick it up, bag the kill and move on forward. And make a bigger sack opening!

The great thing about books you read once and not remembering a single detail is that they
can be read again. Maybe I’ll go for the audiobook this time. Audiobooks before bed and maybe
after bed!

Thanks takethertothemoon, hope you like likes!

The great thing about books you read once and not remembering a single detail is that they

can be read again. Maybe I’ll go for the audiobook this time. Audiobooks before bed and maybe

after bed!

Thanks takethertothemoon, hope you like likes!

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rawbdz:

Tattoo Sketches by Tati Ferrigno

Thanks Tati. Lots of cats just want to run away from me, except two. 
One lost its eye early. My sister found him. Named him Pirate. He was more fond of her than me but I enjoyed the respect I got from him. He was gone too soon.
Another was black, with yellow eyes. A broken tail, but he didn’t seem to mind. I was scared he was going to run away like my sister’s new cat but he welcomed my pets without hesitation, as if he wanted it all along, and not just some nice thing people do for the sake of civility. I was shocked by his openness that I just pushed him away with my eyes, unable to cope with such open goodness, when I had to learn to the common, unspoken arts of “behaving” exactly the way society demands me to. But it didn’t take me long to see that as entrenched as my “education” was, I wanted more than anything to be openly good to something, whoever whatever is able and willing to receive it. In a few seconds, I tried again, to be more loving, letting go of the evil things in my head that call me to take on their side in sly, conniving ways. I hope I tried hard enough because I never saw that cat again, after my mother chased him away(I can never blame her, I knew why she did it, hurts nonetheless). I know enough that what I saw isn’t necessarily true of every cat, because I can never get close enough to them, but that cat helped me find something I thought I will work against me to pick up again. La vie.

rawbdz:

Tattoo Sketches by Tati Ferrigno

Thanks Tati. Lots of cats just want to run away from me, except two. 

One lost its eye early. My sister found him. Named him Pirate. He was more fond of her than me but I enjoyed the respect I got from him. He was gone too soon.

Another was black, with yellow eyes. A broken tail, but he didn’t seem to mind. I was scared he was going to run away like my sister’s new cat but he welcomed my pets without hesitation, as if he wanted it all along, and not just some nice thing people do for the sake of civility. I was shocked by his openness that I just pushed him away with my eyes, unable to cope with such open goodness, when I had to learn to the common, unspoken arts of “behaving” exactly the way society demands me to. But it didn’t take me long to see that as entrenched as my “education” was, I wanted more than anything to be openly good to something, whoever whatever is able and willing to receive it. In a few seconds, I tried again, to be more loving, letting go of the evil things in my head that call me to take on their side in sly, conniving ways. I hope I tried hard enough because I never saw that cat again, after my mother chased him away(I can never blame her, I knew why she did it, hurts nonetheless). I know enough that what I saw isn’t necessarily true of every cat, because I can never get close enough to them, but that cat helped me find something I thought I will work against me to pick up again. La vie.

missfolly:

Unknown photographer: Some of the African-Americans of the 369th (15th N.Y.) who won the Croix de Guerre for gallantry in action during World War One (1919)
 Left to right. Front row: Pvt. Ed Williams, Herbert Taylor, Pvt. Leon Fraitor, Pvt. Ralph Hawkins. Back Row: Sgt. H. D. Prinas, Sgt. Dan Strorms, Pvt. Joe Williams, Pvt. Alfred Hanley, and Cpl. T. W. Taylor 
Note: It is reported that the only soldiers the German troops were afraid of during the First World War were the black soldiers. Miss Folly

missfolly:

Unknown photographer: Some of the African-Americans of the 369th (15th N.Y.) who won the Croix de Guerre for gallantry in action during World War One (1919)

Left to right. Front row: Pvt. Ed Williams, Herbert Taylor, Pvt. Leon Fraitor, Pvt. Ralph Hawkins. Back Row: Sgt. H. D. Prinas, Sgt. Dan Strorms, Pvt. Joe Williams, Pvt. Alfred Hanley, and Cpl. T. W. Taylor 

Note: It is reported that the only soldiers the German troops were afraid of during the First World War were the black soldiers. Miss Folly

rawbdz:

Own quote. Dedicated to those who believe in themselves.

rawbdz:

Own quote. Dedicated to those who believe in themselves.

But still her father.

But still her father.

Esther someday?
As long as you have your Mordecai.

Esther someday?

As long as you have your Mordecai.

The Singing Hebrew King!

I’m glad that you ensured that the lyrics of your songs are always within reach, even if the melody hasn’t been heard in eons.

And I believe too, that it mattered how you sang, and I believe you made every note, every inflection counted for everything, that you hid nothing from your God. To have been as honest as you had been while you were alive, sets a precedent for the rest of us to follow and be comforted that someone like you and a few others dared to be like that when others were unaware or much too content to remain so 

Your Majesty.