I've seen many people saying "why do you have so much blind faith that Louis is working on things???" And it makes me sad for Louis? It's not blind faith, it's knowing he's intelligent, he's a hard worker, he doesn't want to be under Simon forever and won't. It's seeing that the other boys have been working on things some of which only came to light months after they started. Why would Louis be exempt from that? I am frustrated for him too but some people just want to make it angstier for him.
The last time Lisabet and I went to Skye, some two years ago, the weather was unseasonably clear and hot. This time round we’ve experienced what I would call more authentic Skye weather: stormy winds, lashing rain, and epic light. After a gentle morning strolling around Glendale, we went to Sligachan (again) to see the conditions were like around the Black Cuillins. We were greeted with powerful winds that wrestled with your steps, and intermittent passing squalls. Proper Skye conditions. A hike up the Allt Dearg Mòr river gave us these powerful waterfalls and cascades, with the horns of the Black Cuillins tussling with the storm. Epic scenes and totally exhilarating. =)
Sligachan, Isle of Skye, Highlands, Scotland.
ISO100, f/22, 0.4sec at 12mm (18mm full-frame equiv.) using a circular polariser on my Tokina 11-16mm f/2.8 lens attached to a Nikon D7000. With the storm’s winds pounding into me and my tripod, I quickly realised there was no way I’d be able to fiddle with additional filters. I stuck with my trusty polariser on my lens to reduce glare from the water, and closed the aperture right down to f/22, so I could get as slow a shutter speed as possible without camera shake from the wind. Doing so meant that I was able to render the movement of the water and the rustling of all the foliage around as the wind ruffled through everything. Processed in Capture One, edited in Photoshop.
nothing makes me more angry than the blatant fetishization of light skin on black women. the racially ambiguous look. i’m so fucking tired of black men — and sometimes women too, but usually coming from a different place, but i do see it sometimes — going after white women and light skinned women so they can have these light skinned babies, which just shows how much they fucking hate black women, specifically dark skinned black women. like fuck you. i was harassed all throughout school by black women because i had dark skin, and i’m not even as dark as a lot of women are. why are we so fucking hated. why do black women literally run away from black women unless they’re just trying to fuck them and throw them away. why the fuck are dark skinned babies tried so differently than their lighter skinned counterparts. i’m so tired and so sickened by the way dark skinned women are treated; like fucking trash, dehumanized, like garbage. fuck you.
If there is a Heaven and a St. Peter dude at the Pearly Gates or whatever the fuck, let me assure you of one fucking truth I would bet the kingdom of God on:
If you are that asshole who asks a floor associate to help you price check a bunch of things 25 minutes after closing, after the store lights have auto-dimmed, you are not getting into Heaven, you inconsiderate piece of trash.
Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black.
I think I am loving these hand dyed throws more than anything other, it’s so awfully hard to explain it, but there’s something so magical about being able to take something made with nothing but love on all your adventures. Something that was made with no cruelty or harm, to humans or animals alike, it brings a sense of wonder with you always. I love mine, and I find I’m wrapped up within it all the time, an adventurous tie dye Cape of fun, that I can snuggle upon whenever I need to take a rest. It’s also the best for creating lots of groovy crystal patterns on, and I can’t seem to drag myself away from creating new ones each and every day. Channeling that beautiful gemstone energy, day in, day out.