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Guaranteed to turn you into a sniffling mess:
https://www.facebook.com/hillcrestv...327057949887/2293113467571239/?type=3&theater
https://www.facebook.com/hillcrestv...327057949887/2293113467571239/?type=3&theater
Hahahaha! Any movie with Gary Oldman is guaranteed to be freakin' spectacular.
Omg!!
This is so incredibly sad!! I couldn't agree more. I wouldn't leave my dog to a bunch of strangers, especially in his last moments. Oh man I wanna cry now haha.
"Theres always some reason to feel not good enough.."..how very true.it sinks in tonight
I'm really sorry to hear that my friend
we all have those days. But I hope you know that you are more than good enough! We are always so hard ourselves, which shouldn't be that way, but unfortunately it is easier said than done. You just got to remind yourself that bad days happen and that it's temporary.Each and one us are incredibly valuable and worthy, including you. Hope you feel better soon. Sending good vibes your way.
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Oooh, I love opera. It's a quite underrated art form—much less stuffy than many think.
Where to start from? I've really never managed to get into it.
This reminds me of funny scene from the movie Intouchables (from 2:00 onwards). The EN subtitles are available in the video. Kinda how I feel about opera right now, but I can change my mind
Rowan Tree
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I love Wagner's operas, but they can be a tough way in. Try Benjamin Britten's The Turn of the Screw and Ruggero Leoncavallo's Pagliacci. Also, all the works of Gilbert and Sullivan are hilarious. And, if you get the opportunity to see it, Lessons in Love and Violence by George Benjamin is my favourite contemporary opera, a quite powerful retelling of Christopher Marlowe's Edward II.
This reminds me of funny scene from the movie Intouchables (from 2:00 onwards). The EN subtitles are available in the video. Kinda how I feel about opera right now, but I can change my mind
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"Magnificent Bastard" / Ren's Counterpart
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There are a lot of reasons to be sad in this world. If I were more empathetic, I'd find the condition of the world so unbearable that I would enter politics to ease my conscience.
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I understand the ENTJs are often quite successful at politics. I'm confident that about three of the more prominent members of my local labour party are ENTJ.
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Speaking of Labour... David Milliband, for example, reeks of ENTJ.
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I'm really sorry to hear that my friend
Each and one us are incredibly valuable and worthy, including you. Hope you feel better soon. Sending good vibes your way.
Thanks. . life gets overwhelming, especially when I look at it as a totality. I think it's better examined in small chunks
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Small chunks of sads
Awwwwwww, that frown! Poor little baby haha!
I just want to hold himmm and comfort himmmm
My LP looks like this when I tell him no, ;PSmall chunks of sads
English translation: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/nani-nani-lullaby-lullaby.html
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace,
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace,
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.