So I’m thinking I might want to do a counselling course and look into becoming a therapist.
I’m a bit nervous because I’ve been really depressed and I’ve not really had any drive to do anything career wise for a few years now, and I’m not jumping into this, but I really hope its the right choice.
He sings: “Passarinho que som é esse?” (in english can be translated as “Little bird which sound is this?”)
The second is another one they adapted:
He sings: “uh uh estou sentindo boas vibrações” (in english can be translated as: “uh uh I’m feeling good vibes”)
and in case you guys are curious of what he says next
PT:“Aumenta o volume!” EN:“Raisin’ the volume!"
The last and 3rd one is a popular brazilian saying:
He sings: “Quem canta seus males espanta” (in english can be translated as: “Singing chases away the evils”)
Just a side note: his tone suggests he’s mocking the enemies. He says a lot of provocative things when he is fighting and he is always laughing when he does it. Never fails to make me laugh when I’m playing with him.
*edit: Forgot to mention that there’s another one. but it’s really rare to get (took me some time to find it ;_;)
He says: “Todo carvaval tem seu fim…” (in english can be translated as: “Every carnival has its end…”)
Harry turned on his heel and started walking toward the
east side of the building. His boot scraped across the loose gravel
littering the concrete floor and cut through the quiet that had
descended all around them. He called over his shoulder, “I’m here to
check the foundation.”
Louis was next to him then, warm body emanating a nearly impossible
heat in the biting cold. Harry glanced at him and could see a pale pink
blush cresting his high cheekbones. “Foundation?”
God, his voice was so sexy. Coming out of that pretty pink mouth of
his…tiny sharp teeth and a wet, lush tongue…Harry shook his head,
trying to stay focused, on task.
Louis cleared his throat next to him. Harry realized they’d reached
the far end of the building and were standing near the elevator bank —
or the would be elevator bank. It was just a shell right now. A
hollowed out promise of what was to come. Harry shuddered as he looked
down the inky black tunnel. A sick twisting feeling rippled through his
“Foundation?” The man asked again, cutting through Harry’s chilled reverie.
I don’t know why I love this photo so much but I do. I love how long my hair is getting. On a side note if anyone wants to send money to my paypal it’s.. Lmao I’m just kidding that’s awful 😂
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please stop….. tagging my jewish religious poetry…….. as ‘#christianity’………….. please ??? i specifically have tagged my religious poetry as ‘#jewish poetry’ for a reason, my religious poetry has Nothing to do with christianity and i am very tired of my judaism being ignored just because it’s the norm.
if you are christian, you are definitely allowed to like and even identify with my poetry!! in fact, nothing would make me happier, especially since we share part of the same bible. please don’t think i’m trying to exclude you from anything, you are 100% allowed to interact with me & my work.
but don’t erase my judaism. my judaism and my art are inextricably entwined, most importantly when it comes to my religious poems.