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laron10101001 · 9 months
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JADASEA X LARON - THE CORNER VOL. 1 (2023)
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shannonslocker · 2 years
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Do people really use this? They go to the not quite dying but not super thriving mall and get some bitcoin on a whim? Also did Casual Corner take a 20 year hiatus and come back as the Corner? Also do the Corner bakery’s lawyers want to talk to them? #bitcoininvestment #bitcoin #thecorner #themall #shopping https://www.instagram.com/p/CpV5hnXytuf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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joearf · 2 years
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2023.01.12: Watching the Corner (Parts 4 and 5) - Greenwich, CT #watchingthecorner #thecorner #streetphotography #greenwichct #griggstreetgreenwich #blackandwhite #peoplewatching (at Greenwich, Connecticut) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnU6WFCO7HN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Since I live near #downtownorlando , I took a stroll and sketched some #beautifulfaces ! #64north #beacham #patio #thecorner (at The Social) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjPTjLTMpkd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Mickey after January 1st causing trouble in the office because and I quote
What are they gonna do fire me?!
Oh I'm so scared, hey which of you freelancers need me for your works?
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ratcandy · 2 years
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Camouflage Soldier Of the Grest Renown The superiors better give this guy a bonus idk why I just made ghost nosk a sad underpaid guy I am kinda getting mr krabs vibes from drawing superior zsotahtokin and my version of canon nosk interacting with one another kajshdkjashdkjhsd
U ARE MAKING ME FEEL BAD FOR A GUY WHO JUST TRIES TO KILL U IN CANON..... WAA
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soft-spooks · 2 years
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me when lemondrop <33333
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nightfallsystem · 6 months
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i gotta play project mirai againbcuz its so funyn why are u in the corner. why is he like a sad cat. i cant . oh my god.
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HE LOOKS SO FUCKING THROWABLE.
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kendallspatricide · 1 year
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STEWY SITTING IN THECORNER PLAYING THE CUNTY SUPPORTIVE WIFE TO KENDALL OKAY GO OFF
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boxheadpaint · 7 months
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good: have been drawing a lot in my sketchbook lately, mostly with pencil. do you know how awesome it is to have a sharpener on hand immediately too. making smooth gem-ish shading is very fun and time consuming too, so its a nice way to distract myself. i need to get back into my pixel projects as well- i forgot that aseprite is still technically a steam game so my friend asked me why i have 6000 hours in it (i keep basically all art programs open to have them on hand fast). i want to get watercolor markers or something to make funny things more. i used to draw a lot back in school of course because it was easier than doing the actual work i guess- now i have some block about drawing traditionally where i forget it for a long while and also need to be in a very specific spot for it to be enjoyable (in this case thecorner of the living room couch). ill figure out how to use the scanner by myself at some point
bad: toenail is starting to hurt again, swelling, had a rough time yesterday with my heart blasting in spite of Actually No Anxiety for once and not even having a huge meals, just snacking until dinner (by which point i had weakened considerably but even before that when i had eaten it was like techno in there.) i still have yet to get the long ecg or whatever it is, though i do have a random app with the doctor on the 27th so maybe i can ask for a referral that isnt over an hour away from where i live. the gums of a tooth in the back of my mouth was hurting for a while but seems fine now, wasnt sure what i was gonna do about that so thats good. can go back to brushing normal now. still havent gotten lab orders.
the cats were grooming eachother on the couch a second ago and now theyre getting feisty and bitey and silly so i cant really stay depressed. dreams have been weirdly vivid as of late for better and for worse, even just during naps. makes it even more exhausting. for the past 3 weeks or so ive had a consistent thought whenever ive been stressed of "i need to go curl up in a dirt hole somewhere else", which while not good isnt the worst thing to think at least
2/20/2024, you can type a lot more with an actual keyboard
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ernanileal · 7 months
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Budapest, Hungary
Just when you think Budapest can'tbe any more beautiful, you turn thecorner and see this.
What is your favorite part ofBudapest?
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shannyh25 · 2 years
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“No, I can’t say I’m sorry,” said Marilla, who sometimes wondered how she could have lived before Anne came to Green Gables, “no, not exactly sorry. If you’ve finished your lessons, Anne, I want you to run over and ask Mrs. Barry if she’ll lend me Diana’s apron pattern.”
“Oh—it’s—it’s too dark,” cried Anne.
“Too dark? Why, it’s only twilight. And goodness knows you’ve gone over often enough after dark.”
“I’ll go over early in the morning,” said Anne eagerly. “I’ll get up at sunrise and go over, Marilla.”
“What has got into your head now, Anne Shirley? I want that pattern to cut out your new apron this evening. Go at once and be smart too.”
“I’ll have to go around by the road, then,” said Anne, taking up her hat reluctantly.
“Go by the road and waste half an hour! I’d like to catch you!”
“I can’t go through the Haunted Wood, Marilla,” cried Anne desperately.
Marilla stared.
“The Haunted Wood! Are you crazy? What under the canopy is the Haunted Wood?”
“The spruce wood over the brook,” said Anne in a whisper.
“Fiddlesticks! There is no such thing as a haunted wood anywhere. Who has been telling you such stuff?”
“Nobody,” confessed Anne. “Diana and I just imagined the wood washaunted. All the places around here are so—so—COMMONPLACE. We just gotthis up for our own amusement. We began it in April. A haunted wood isso very romantic, Marilla. We chose the spruce grove because it’s sogloomy. Oh, we have imagined the most harrowing things. There’s a whitelady walks along the brook just about this time of the night and wringsher hands and utters wailing cries. She appears when there is to be adeath in the family. And the ghost of a little murdered child haunts thecorner up by Idlewild; it creeps up behind you and lays its cold fingerson your hand—so. Oh, Marilla, it gives me a shudder to think of it. Andthere’s a headless man stalks up and down the path and skeletons glowerat you between the boughs. Oh, Marilla, I wouldn’t go through theHaunted Wood after dark now for anything. I’d be sure that white thingswould reach out from behind the trees and grab me.” listened in dumb amazement. “Anne Shirley, do you mean to tell me youbelieve all that wicked nonsense of your own imagination?” “Not believe EXACTLY,” faltered Anne. “At least, I don’t believe it in daylight. But after dark, Marilla, it’s different. That is when ghosts walk.”
“Did ever anyone hear the like!” ejaculated Marilla, who hadlistened in dumb amazement. “Anne Shirley, do you mean to tellme you believe all that wicked nonsense of your own imagination?”
“Not believe EXACTLY,” faltered Anne. “At least, I don’tbelieve it in daylight. But after dark, Marilla, it’sdifferent. That is when ghosts walk.”
“There are no such things as ghosts, Anne.”
“Oh, but there are, Marilla,” cried Anne eagerly. “I know people who have seen them. And they are respectable people. Charlie Sloane says that his grandmother saw his grandfather driving home the cows one night after he’d been buried for a year. You know Charlie Sloane’s grandmother wouldn’t tell a story for anything. She’s a very religious woman. And Mrs. Thomas’s father was pursued home one night by a lamb of fire with its head cut off hanging by a strip of skin. He said he knew it was the spirit of his brother and that it was a warning he would die within nine days. He didn’t, but he died two years after, so you see it was really true. And Ruby Gillis says—”
“Anne Shirley,” interrupted Marilla firmly, “I never want to hear you talking in this fashion again. I’ve had my doubts about that imagination of yours right along, and if this is going to be the outcome of it, I won’t countenance any such doings. You’ll go right over to Barry’s, and you’ll go through that spruce grove, just for a lesson and a warning to you. And never let me hear a word out of your head about haunted woods again.”
Anne might plead and cry as she liked—and did, for her terror was very real. Her imagination had run away with her and she held the spruce grove in mortal dread after nightfall. But Marilla was inexorable. She marched the shrinking ghost-seer down to the spring and ordered her to proceed straightaway over the bridge and into the dusky retreats of wailing ladies and headless specters beyond.
“Oh, Marilla, how can you be so cruel?” sobbed Anne. “What would you feel like if a white thing did snatch me up and carry me off?”
“I’ll risk it,” said Marilla unfeelingly. “You know I always mean what I say. I’ll cure you of imagining ghosts into places. March, now.”
Anne marched. That is, she stumbled over the bridge and went shuddering up the horrible dim path beyond. Anne never forgot that walk. Bitterly did she repent the license she had given to her imagination. The goblins of her fancy lurked in every shadow about her, reaching out their cold, fleshless hands to grasp the terrified small girl who had called them into being. A white strip of birch bark blowing up from the hollow over the brown floor of the grove made her heart stand still. The long-drawn wail of two old boughs rubbing against each other brought out the perspiration in beads on her forehead. The swoop of bats in the darkness over her was as the wings of unearthly creatures. When she reached Mr. William Bell’s field she fled across it as if pursued by an army of white things, and arrived at the Barry kitchen door so out of breath that she could hardly gasp out her request for the apron pattern. Diana was away so that she had no excuse to linger. The dreadful return journey had to be faced. Anne went back over it with shut eyes, preferring to take the risk of dashing her brains out among the boughs to that of seeing a white thing. When she finally stumbled over the log bridge she drew one long shivering breath of relief.
“Well, so nothing caught you?” said Marilla unsympathetically.
“Oh, Mar—Marilla,” chattered Anne, “I’ll b-b-be contt-tented with c-c-commonplace places after this.” Lucy Maud Montgomery quotes- Anne Of Green Gables.
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joearf · 2 years
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2023.01.12: Watching the Corner (Part 3) - Greenwich, CT #watchingthecorner #thecorner #streetphotography #greenwichct #griggstreetgreenwich #blackandwhite #peoplewatching (at Greenwich, Connecticut) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnU50pbOhJ6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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christinamac1 · 5 months
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The fantasy of reviving nuclear energy
Tripling the World’s Nuclear Energy Capacity Is a Fantasy: Stephanie Cooke.World leaders are not unaware of the nuclear industry’s long history offailing to deliver on its promises, or of its weakening vital signs. Yetmany continue to act as if a “nuclear renaissance” could be around thecorner even though nuclear energy’s share of global electricity generationhas fallen by almost half from its…
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amandathedutchess · 5 months
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We were supposed to deliver there, whose? #thecorner
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s-o-a-p-ing · 7 months
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MATTHEW S.O.A.P. ~ CHAPTER 10
Wednesday, 2/28/24
SCRIPTURE:
"And whoever doesn’t take up his cross and follow Me is not worthy of Me." ~ Matthew 10:38 
OBSERVATION:
He doesn't say I have to do anything other than pick up my cross and follow Him....
I don't have to do anything else...
Just take up my cross - my cross - which is different from your cross and Lisa's cross and "insert name here's" cross...
,,,and follow Him...
That's what makes me worthy...
This was in my in-box over the weekend... I hope you don't mind my "lifting" it...
...something came to me very late yesterday that I had never thought of before- when Jesus says deny ourselves pick up our crosses and follow Him, I’ve always focused on what a bummer the self-denial and cross carrying part was, and never thought much about the follow Him thing. 
But maybe it doesn’t mean He’s leaving us to a life of struggle and suffering and having to figure everything out for ourselves. 
Because if He says follow Me it must mean He’s guiding the way so maybe we can stop feeling like we need to… like we are going to His house but we’re in separate cars...
He’s saying look, no need to enter it in Google maps, just follow Me.
Since He says we should follow Him, does it not mean that He’s right in the front, that He’s always going before us, that He’s always in "pole position," and we get to spiritually just draft off Him. 
That’s the rest and the help we need.  
It’s found in the "spiritual slip stream" of following Jesus - the One Who says come to Me all who are heavy laden and I will give you rest. 
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The One Who never tires of being our help in times of trouble. 
The One in Whom we can rest and just try less hard for once. 
Nadia Bolz-Weber ([email protected])
But do that - to "draft on" Jesus - to be in His "slip-stream" - means I have to be close behind Him... 
APPLICATION:
Take up my cross...
...and follow - "draft on" - Him...
PRAYER:
Leading Father God - forgive me when I slow down or try to pass or refuse to lift let alone carry my cross... Thank You that Jesus's pace is never faster than I can go, and that He carried my sin on His cross, making mine bearable by any comparison... In His Name, and for Your glory... 
Gratefully yours - in Him...𝖌
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