“All items lined up in the store are free” “If you want to eat by yourself, we will provide it even if you are in the same trade. However, if you want to sell it, please put it out at the store "must be in our package”. Violations of the rules are considered “theft”.(* 1) ” “When you take it home, please be sure to take it home from the front door. The shop owner will see you off because he wants to see the happy face of the customer. Therefore, you are not allowed to take it out from other doors.” (* 2)
Corporate philosophy “Provide high quality products as soon as possible compared to other stores” “We provide not only vegetables / fruits but also home-grown chicken eggs. However, a small amount ”(* 3) "We do not purchase from the same traders” (* 4)
Corporate effort In order to purchase faster than the major wholesaler “M & M” (laughs) used by many other companies in the same industry, we searches for a supplier ourselves. Occasionally, we go to the production area and purchase directly from the producer.(* 5) All purchased items will be inspected. (* 6) Ragged or dirty … such items should look as good as possible Put it in the store from “cutting”(* 7) and “cleanly remove dirt”(* 8). Considering the balance of service time with other stores, sometimes it is not possible to completely remove dirt.sorry.
(* 0) I think you can protect this much unless you’re an idiot ,right? (* 1) Please re-blog only. When reprinting to other than tumblr,strictly adhere to the source description. Including the second reprint, I will request deletion at the time of discovery, it is quite persistent..If I consider it malicious, I will expose it on this blog. Like this → FUCK 1/FUCK 2/FUCK 3/FUCK 4 (* 2) When saving to your device, add “like” instead of the word “thank you” (encouragement) (* 3) All the posted gif-animations are self-made except one. (Miss Kana Kurashina’s playing tennis gif-animation is made by other hands) (* 4) Images saved on the device from other tumblr blogs, including those before the blog was opened, will not be posted. The spirit of respect for the original contributorStrict adherence. (* 5) Purchase the paid version, scan the photobooks I have, etc. It costs money and time and effort, actually. (* 6)Search for higher quality products …. troublesome (* 7)Trimming a two-page concatenated image …. unexpectedly troublesome (* 8)Text / logo removal … It’s quite troublesome. I’ve been marking since the number of fuckin’idiots increased (a waste of time)
It may be necessary to fix this article to TOP, but I will not fix it because the image of Nana Komatsu, which is currently fixed, is a commemorative post that triggered me to meet a very very important friend.
Thank you for visiting my empty-blog. I have to apologize to everyone, Visiting the blog that has reacted to “like” and “reblogging” for a while I’m afraid. I’m very very sorry. There are three main reasons.
First, thankfully, the number of visitors / viewers has increased and the number of reactions has increased. Because it has exceeded my capacity. I would like to express my gratitude / apology again.
Second, there is not enough time to prepare images for updating the blog. I think that the images are as beautiful as possible for everyone who visited, so I chose the highest quality images that can be searched on the web at the time of posting the images. It takes more time than you can imagine (abnormal? / lol), such as searching, erasing annoying text from the image, and so on.
The third is the scene where the image I processed and posted is plagiarized on the blog I visited, or re-bloged the post of another person who plagiarized it is posted. Because I encounter it with high probability, I am disgusted and I can not maintain motivation.
Because I am using the effort to differentiate from other blogs Plagiarized things spread ・ There are people who (as a result) participate in the spread without knowing “like” and “re-blog” I can’t stand it.
As a self-defense measure, there are many idiots who plagiarize images that have been reluctantly processed without knowing that almost all of them are marked. I’m getting more and more skeptical about updating my blog.
So It is unclear at this time whether the blog will be updated in the future.
If these images were posted outside of my blog by means other than “re-blog” , posted idiot is synonymous with [thief]. Please do not cooperate in spreading by your re-blog such as.
“All items lined up in the store are free” “If you want to eat by yourself, we will provide it even if you are in the same trade. However, if you want to sell it, please put it out at the store “must be in our package”. Violations of the rules are considered “theft”.(* 1) ” “When you take it home, please be sure to take it home from the front door. The shop owner will see you off because he wants to see the happy face of the customer. Therefore, you are not allowed to take it out from other doors.” (* 2)
Corporate philosophy “Provide high quality products as soon as possible compared to other stores” “We provide not only vegetables / fruits but also home-grown chicken eggs. However, a small amount ”(* 3) "We do not purchase from the same traders” (* 4)
Corporate effort In order to purchase faster than the major wholesaler “M & M” (laughs) used by many other companies in the same industry, we searches for a supplier ourselves. Occasionally, we go to the production area and purchase directly from the producer.(* 5) All purchased items will be inspected. (* 6) Ragged or dirty … such items should look as good as possible Put it in the store from “cutting”(* 7) and “cleanly remove dirt”(* 8). Considering the balance of service time with other stores, sometimes it is not possible to completely remove dirt.sorry.
(* 0) I think you can protect this much unless you’re an idiot ,right? (* 1) Please re-blog only. When reprinting to other than tumblr,strictly adhere to the source description. Including the second reprint, I will request deletion at the time of discovery, it is quite persistent..If I consider it malicious, I will expose it on this blog. Like this → FUCK 1/FUCK 2/FUCK 3/FUCK 4 (* 2) When saving to your device, add “like” instead of the word “thank you” (encouragement) (* 3) All the posted gif-animations are self-made except one. (Miss Kana Kurashina’s playing tennis gif-animation is made by other hands) (* 4) Images saved on the device from other tumblr blogs, including those before the blog was opened, will not be posted. The spirit of respect for the original contributorStrict adherence. (* 5) Purchase the paid version, scan the photobooks I have, etc. It costs money and time and effort, actually. (* 6)Search for higher quality products …. troublesome (* 7)Trimming a two-page concatenated image …. unexpectedly troublesome (* 8)Text / logo removal … It’s quite troublesome. I’ve been marking since the number of fuckin’idiots increased (a waste of time)
It may be necessary to fix this article to TOP, but I will not fix it because the image of Nana Komatsu, which is currently fixed, is a commemorative post that triggered me to meet a very very important friend.
I really should have already written about Kevin Wilson’s The Family Fang as a page-turner. But, you know, hindsight. Family Fang is written for performance artist and Royal Tenanbaum junkies alike and as a card-carrying member in both arenas, it fulfilled all of my dark humor needs.
Perfect Little World, however, is the sweet quirky answer to my deep desire to run a commune. With a definitively-unique scientifically-sanctioned premise, Perfect Little World plays a little game of God within the structure of a 10-year social experiment. Ten families, each with one newborn, brought to live in a state-of-the-art complex to raise their children as one superfamily. All of the adults co-parent, and all of the families’ needs are met, from education of the children to professional development of the parents, housing, food, you name it. All this with one little caveat: the children will not know who their biological parents are until the age of 5.
Ready to sign up?
We see the delectable scenario play out through the eyes of the youngest and only single mother of the group, Izzy, whose own path to motherhood is a story within itself.
The perhaps most impressive part of the tale is how artistically Wilson writes about childbirth. His depiction is so vivid, so accurate, that I would not be surprised if he had actually given birth himself.
Signature to Wilson’s style, his words are funny and honest, freshly hewn buoyant logs floating down the river of darkness that is the ever-infectious world.
The only shortcoming of the book is that I would have read a novel twice the size I so longed to hear more of Izzy’s floundering tale.
When you start any novel, what do you notice first about the narrator? I imagine concurrent to style of voice, you make immediate assumptions about gender. I, in fact, often actively search for narrators of a certain gender. I imagine there are some readers out there that actively avoid narrators of a certain gender. Actually, the old chestnut that they like to sell writers is that girls will read stories about boys and girls, but boys are only interested in stories about boys. #alternativefact
So, then, what do you do when the narrator’s answer to “boy or girl” is a simple nod?
Riley is starting at a new high school halfway through the four arduous years, a terrifying plight for any narrator, but exacerbated more acutely by the fact that Riley identifies as “gender fluid,” - as male or female or anywhere along the spectrum on any given day. Compound this situation by a congressman father running for re-election and an accidental fame-by-blog-post scenario and you’ve got the makings of a modern cyber hero - and heroine - tale.
The book came out five minutes ago and has already been recognized as a 2017 Best Fiction for Young Adults Selection by American Library Association, among Most Anticipated Debuts by Barnes & Noble, and in 5 YA Novels You Need to Read in the First Half of 2016byHuffington Post. The list of notable mentions is exhaustively long this far. And why?
Well, it’s a fun read to be sure, but what is perhaps most notable about this book is that like all good fiction, it manages to implicate the reader in its exploration. Heck, the gender-fluid narrator is even self-critical. Why are we all so eager to categorize? To label? To break down? Is a thing defined less scary? More relatable? Or is it simply habit? A result of a lifetime of pronouns we’ve been fed and regurgitated? Or, it is more insidious? Is it segregated children’s toy aisles and blue and pink cake reveals and seventy-seven cents on the dollar? Why do we see the world how we do, and why do we cling so ferociously to our arbitrary classifications?
Symptoms of Being Human is destined to join the ranks of the young modern underdog tales like Wonder, Eleanor & Park,andCurious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime. It’s a story we’ve never heard before from a narrator we didn’t know we needed - a narrator who invites us to see the world from a slightly less-defined perspective.
I did not anticipate a tale about three anthropologists mired in the tribal cultures of 1930s New Guinea to be a one-sitting read. As you may have garnered from reading my other blog posts, I am often wrong.
I should have known from anthropologist Nell’s observation about half way through that things were bound to end painfully, but I simply couldn’t stop myself. She says, “Tragedy is based on this sense that there’s been a terrible mistake, isn’t it?” (140). And there is some terrible mistake, but who made it exactly, I’m not entirely sure. Was it one of the three scientists triangulated against the others? Was it of timing? Of place? Of circumstance? Or was it a mistake of more innate inevitability, of humanity, a mistake we ourselves didn’t make, but are doomed to pay for forever.
That inevitability, as tangible as it was, pulled me through the pages. Navigating the river for hours in the oppressive heat and blackness, plagued by bugs and desolation in equal measures, the anthropologist Bankson notes: “Sometimes at night it seemed to me that my boat was not being pushed by the engine but that boat and engine both were being pulled by the river itself, the ripples of wake just a design, like a stage set moving along with us” (38).
This is exactly how the novel drew me mercilessly onward, slapping at pesky and painful bugs, forcing in fetid thick air when it got difficult to breathe, like an anthropologist myself, determinedly highlighting passages I was hoping would uncover some mystery to the book or humanity, I’m not sure which.
If Virginia Woolf had written Heart of Darkness, with editing by Jennifer Egan of a visit from the goon squad, the result might be this book. Yesterday evening, discovering I had turned the final page, I groaned - out of pain, or satisfaction, or surprise. I’m not sure which. And maybe I found that place of “euphoria” where Nell says you think you know everything - but really you discover you know nothing.
Should you eat chocolate cake? Maybe not. Is it extremely satisfying when you do? Of course. The Couple Next Door provides your sugar fix. Is it going to provide you nutrition? Probably not. But it is so satisfying you may just want another helping.
I got this book as part of my Book of the Month trial last night. I finished it this afternoon. Need I say more?
Quintessential suspense at its best, with all the twists and turns of a classic who-dun-it, The Couple Next Door profiles Anne and Marco, newbie parents who leave their infant sleeping at home while they attend a dinner party next door. Can you guess where this is going? I tried at several turns, but there was always another curve in the road.
I did the classic “I’ll just finish this chapter” move, but then my eyes would start scanning the next page. 300 pages later…Lapena kept this taut novel pinging until the final sentence. Will there be a sequel? If so, I’ll definitely be reading it. If not, she wrote a killer ending.
I didn’t want to read The Kitchen House. I loathed the idea of spending any time in a fictionalized world built around slavery and southern plantation living. But reader after reader praised the novel, so I downloaded the “preview” before splurging the $1.99 on a title I was determined not to like.
By the time I tore through the first few chapters, the limited time sale was over and the book was $11.99. I didn’t care. I bought it immediately so I wouldn’t have to stop.
The Kitchen House follows the story of Lavinia, an Irish immigrant suppressing a terrible past at the tender age of 7. Purchased by a Virginian plantation owner, she works and lives in the Kitchen House, the slave quarters that serves the “Big House.” With a name like Lavinia, I was concerned for her well-being from the get-go. (See Titus Andronicus; Season 2 of Downton Abbey). But Lavinia turns out to be plucky, curious and extremely loving.
Lavinia has a unique perspective as both an indentured servant to the Big House and as a white girl in the south. While the Kitchen House inhabitants become her family, the Big House tenants also have their eyes on her. And though she crosses many of the divides established as a result of slavery over her lifetime, in a way, she is the most isolated of all the characters. She doesn’t truly belong anywhere.
What’s interesting in my reluctance to read the book is that it directly mirrors Grissom’s reluctance to write it. While restoring a plantation tavern in Virginia, she happened upon a location in the plans called “Negro Hill.” It haunted her so much that one day journaling, a fictional story about its legacy poured onto her paper. Even Grissom herself was disturbed by the tale, but it, like the book’s heroine, was stubborn, and would not be altered.
The Kitchen House has heart smeared across every page. It’s laden with tears and tragedy, buoyed by stubborn determination and an inextinguishable need to survive. It hurts right below the sternum, like a punch to the gut that allows you to take bigger, fresher breaths.
The reluctant reader of a reluctant writer, it strikes me that perhaps the stories we avoid writing are the ones that most need to be written; and the stories we avoid reading may be the very ones we need to read the most.
And it’s been two days since my last James Patterson paperback.
I don’t really think I have a problem. I mean, this is the first time I’ve even read a Patterson paperback. I just know that rampant reading of Patterson runs in my family - my Dad’s side - and I wanted to curtail the unhealthy behavior before it became an issue.
Until last weekend, I hadn’t even considered reading a Patterson. (I was reading a Booker Man Prize Finalist at this time last month for God’s sake.) There was something too best-seller-y about Patterson, something for people who wanted a cheap high. I normally don’t even consider mass market publications as options. But I was stuck in the Philadelphia airport and I finished my Shonda Rhimes book on the incoming flight; I thought this one wouldn’t hurt. I could stop myself if I wanted.
I have never really had a problem with Patterson before. I have shopped in stores that sell Patterson novels. I have been around them socially. I even have a copy of The Zoo on my shelf which I never opened.
I recognize the symptoms though, so I thought it’d be best to face this thing head on. My hands shake in anticipation of tattered Patterson novels at half price books. I “accidentally” take detours that bring me to the shelves and shelves of Patterson in the bookstore. I scrolled through his iBooks author page until the sixth reload and then realized that I had felt this feeling before. I knew what I was doing.
I exhibited this behavior with Charlaine Harris’ Sookie Stackhouse series - pre-ordering, marking my calendar for the next release date, for the next fix. I had been addicted to fierce heroines before. I read books overnight in Michael Grant’s Gone Series, sometimes not leaving the house for days at a time; I purchased the entire series on Amazon in the middle of the night just so I wouldn’t run dry the next day. And Jasper Fford’s Thursday Next Series - let’s face it: the signs were there.
There are a lot of scenarios that could play out with a serial killer/ cop-considered-crazy/ guarded-heart-gone-awry melting pot.
So, I know it’s gonna be hard. In a quick tally of Patterson titles, I numbered about 150. One hundred fifty. And there are stand-alones, sure, but I know that series are my weakness.
I vow here that I will not alienate my loved ones in favor of a quick read; I will not neglect my work just to cram in a few more chapters. I’m totally in control. I know my limitations. So I’ll be fine if I just read…. one ….more.
I was tricked into reading another zombie book. What’s the adage? “Trick me once, shame on you, trick me twice, shame on me for not giving zombie books a chance?” I read The Dead Circle in 48 hours and spent the next week attempting to reconcile my inability to stomach cannibalism (yes, I went there) with my desire to share the best page-turners with my fellow bibliophiles.
Of all of the books that I’ve read about supernatural post-apocalyptic infestations, this book serves as the most practical guide to how my spouse and I could survive the apocalypse. And perhaps that’s what makes it the most disturbing zombie selection: it could possibly be recategorized amidst “non-fiction” or “survival guides” sometime in the future.
Until now, I thought a layperson like myself would be among the first to fall in the zombie apocalypse, but this book gives me hope. So many times, the people that survive are strikingly attractive, never need to go to the bathroom, and are facile with a semi-automatic. I am none of these.
The Dead Circle is gruesome, quirky, familiar, and terrifying. Don’t eat while reading. That’s all I’m saying. Probably avoid drinking as well.
I’ll admit, there was a moment about two-thirds of the way through when I thought, Maybe it’d be better to turn into a zombie so I wouldn’t be eaten by one. That’s a truth I didn’t want face.
I’m not sure if Varney is planning a sequel, but based on the unconventional ending of the first, I’d pick it up tomorrow. In the meantime, I’ll keep this title on my nightstand in case I need some undead tips – and I plan on stocking up on bottled water tomorrow.
I know, I wrote that I know 180 words, but it’s an approximate number. I learn ~something about~ 20 words per day. So here is today’s portion:
사진 - photo 지우개 - eraser 사전 - dictionary 잡지 - magazine 교과서 - textbook 수척 - notebook 손님 - guest 의사 - doctor 조카 - nephew/niece 부부 - married couple (doesn’t it sound cute ☺️️) 여기 - here 그러면 - then 어디 - where 식당 - restaurant 사무실 - office 옆 - side 아저씨 - uncle/mister 어서 - hurry
So, if there are any mistakes - PLEASE, let me know, I try to learn language without a teacher, so really need some help
Hi guys. I know I haven’t been that active over the past few months. Some of you may remember my post from around the beginning of 2016 that I, after a lot of hard years, came out to my family. After that my life changed. I am now in a relationship with a lovely man. I want to thank everyone that supported me when I neded it most.
Well then. I’m sort of back now. The reason is that my boyfriend has locked me up in a chastity cage for when he’s not around. The horniness has given me motivation again to start writing. I hope to slowly start posting again soon.
Thanks for reading and I hope to see you liking or reblogging my stuff once.
-XOXO- tf-servant. ps: yes my cock is actually locked up. I can’t believe it myself yet. So horny…
So as you may have noticed I have been put in a chastity cage for some time now. I don’t wear it permanently yet but I’m planning on doing so. The problem is that I bought a cheap very big cage that is great now for trying it out but not suitable for longer wear.
So here’s my question: what is in your opinion the best type of cage to permanently wear (or for a longer time) and which is not visible when wearing normal pants?
![I just need to know - If they call this feeling numb, then why does it hurt? Haiku on Pain [ jl ]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/18cbacbdbf792d4bb592ffc594418c93/tumblr_moyd7cihg31qekrg7o1_1280.jpg "I just need to know - If they call this feeling numb, then why does it hurt? Haiku on Pain [ jl ]")
