#notablogger

[gonikilnotablogger]

#Notablogger turned 3 today!

[dfingas]

・・・ #DFinery #WordPress this past April made it a $0.25 century w/locs. this post was crafted for then, but it got stuck in Draftlandis. 🤷🏾‍♂️😛 ¤ https://dfinery.wordpress.com/2019/05/04/naturally-no-trend/ 🤔🖋📄 ・・・ #indieMEDIA #independentMEDIA #ARTLIFE #metaphysics #philosophy #alchemy #SUPPORTtheARTs #MEDIAisART #EDUCATESELF #FREEURMIND #3y3WRITEalilbit #notablogger #staytuned #THINKBROAD #MEDIA #ART #SUPPORT #THINK4SELF #BNMMEDIA (at Ewing, New Jersey) https://www.instagram.com/dayvtvaune/p/BxDZI-0Dqfl/?igshid=1wxxq6tlwjgda

[lesl-ee]

God save the Queen. Self-portrait of Leslee Mitchell (by Leslee Mitchell).

[dinnerchickenrecipes]

Popular street food from Osaka, Japan, Okonomiyaki is a savory version of Japane...

Popular street food from Osaka, Japan, Okonomiyaki is a savory version of Japane…

Popular street food from Osaka, Japan, Okonomiyaki is a savory version of Japanese pancake. I made the vegetarian version of it .. shredded cabbage and zuccini , chopped mushroom , flour , eggs and done 🤩 Perfect recipe when you don’t want to spend long time in kitchen . Now slide right for next pics 🤓.

[panameno26]

This is a reminder for everyone out there, and yes I mean everyone, that it's ok if your skin look dull sometimes or if you have bags under your eyes. I've always admired people that have the energy to do their full face of makeup but, I've also always admired people you don't like to wear makeup. Me, I love some eyeliner and mascara and I don't mind doing a full face of makeup sometimes but, I'm also comfortable showing those bags under my eyes. Just a reminder that people are beautiful with or without makeup and just do what makes you feel happy. I also want to thank the CLT airport for this bomb natural lighting while I was looking at planes waiting for mine. # NaturalBeauty #Latina #MakeUpFree #ThoseBaggyEyes #PuertoRican #Salvadorean #NaturalLighting #AirportLife #CLT #StandbyTraveler #HeresMyFace #NotABlogger https://www.instagram.com/p/BzI8qZJFz9DgmkRKNOfeUp-WigzGj_NaBSAQnE0/?igshid=hy7krj3b7hnh

[plottwist96]

Don’t worry too much🙏🏼🙏🏼💫 📸 @betox288 . . . . #quotes #photooftheday #notablogger #life #changesarecoming #tumblr #photography #mountains #notprofessional #canon (at Santiago de Veraguas) https://www.instagram.com/aleariellee/p/BxbFr4LBQxe/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1rds4qysathzj

[cezinho78]

Monday kit . #menswear #notgoingtopittiuomo #orazioluciano #egcappelli #drakes #drakeslondon #kamakurashirts #ocbd #napoli #fattoamano #sartorial #notablogger #nofashionista #idontmakethisforliving

[occupyvenus]

I’m sure by now everyone has heard that Grrm answered a Jonsa-question on his notatblog with a standard non-answer. You wanna know how threatened freefolk feels by the mere fact that Grrm reacted to a question involving Jonsa? You wanna know what freefolk did? They edited the screenshots from this post together 

and are now claiming that Grrm never responded to the comment involving jonsa but to the second one and that OP deleted the second comment to make it seem as if Grrm answered the first one. And those idiots didn’t even bother to edit in a timestamp or username to make it seem semi-realistic. Because literally every single real comment has both those things. How dumb can you be? How desperate can you be?

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

But we are not exactly the sharpest bunch out there, right? 

Fake interview, fake s7 outline, fake ring, fake screenshot. Some people are really taking desperate measures to undermine jonsa. 

[fashiondzi]

First wpStory

[bbgiraffe]

The Comeback

Wow Snapchat is still like a foreign  language to me and its been weeks since the update. Instagram has been my go to social media platform but i’ve been getting to a place where I'd like to be able to share more thought and things other than selfies / turn up pics. I’ve decided to give tumblwr more attention and use it to log my workout progress, family photos and videos, along with some written posts.  Hope you guys enjoy my randomness :D 

[dfingas]

#DFinery #therefinery #WordPress https://dfinery.wordpress.com/2020/04/26/snubbingly-love-questioningly-affection/ 🤔🖋📄 ・・・ #indieMEDIA #independentMEDIA #ARTLIFE #3y3WRITEalilbit #WRITEr #notablogger #metaphysics #philosophy #alchemy #SUPPORTtheARTs #MEDIAisART #staytuned #pleasebeELEVATEd #EDUCATESELF #FREEURMIND #narrowcasting #THINKBROAD #thewarofART #THINK4SELF #SUPPORT #ART #MEDIA #KIM #ABB #BNMMEDIA (at Planet Earth) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_dE9-YjKgG/?igshid=cwoy9kudvm1t

[findingfindingmyniche-blog]

late night rambles

all those who are lost are welcome. I guess im an oddity in itself, nothing special. I have no notable talents. I cant sing, play music, make art or anything that would make me stand out. I am just existence. I like to think i can write but when i read other peoples work who claim to just do it for fun, i come up short yet again. I have never found the thing that i can really excel at, something that makes me stand apart from the crowd. Thats what has been holding me back all these years. My husband will say the same but i am in awe of how ingenuitive be can be. He is handy, smart, a great problem solver, his poetry can make you weep (the ones he wrote in his high school days lol), so many great qualities that i admire. Im sure there are things he admires about me because he wouldnt have married me if not, but i dont see them. I am passionate about my kid, but i get told im a helicopter mom, when im all im trying to do is figure shit out on my own without constantly being ridiculed that im doing it wrong. And possibly because i felt that my childhood wasnt the best so i try to take the mistakes i thought my parents made and not repeat history. whatever. Even before the “All i am is a mom” stage i am in now, i just never really belonged anywhere.I tried to hard to fit in as a kid that i never took the time to find my individuality. I was always tinkering with short stories and mom would shudder at the adult type of situations i would create in my head. Maybe i could be good at that. She gave me the old 95 family computer to have in my room that had no internet just paint and word pretty much, (sometimes i would play doom, only in GodMode though).  I would write these 5 to 6 page stories on just anything that popped into my head. I would proudly print them out and make my mom or sisters or even my sisters friend read them and hope i could inspire some emotion out of them, sometimes i would. I read a lot in my early teen years. A lot of Nora Roberts and Nicholas sparks novels. It would inspire me to make a story but it seemed to always fall flat, as if i just took the plot from one of the books and twisted it into my own story. I mean isnt that what most novels are anyways, a certain type of drama or mystery. Im not even sure. The school told me all i needed to know, when i thought i was a good writer, I would get shut down with a slight above average grade. a B plus person for life. In college in excelled in English and got an A on every paper but to me its like ive been writing like this all my life, I went to State competition for history fair, just to get shut down once again. I have to admit though, it wasnt my best work and i knew it. Its almost like im the one holding myself back. afraid of a risk because every risk ive taken has kinda backfired, not all but the majority. Probably the best risk was going on a date with Justin when i knew no one else would get it, but there was something about him, like a force pulling me towards him that i couldnt ignore. It wasnt the firey passionate “i have to be with you every moment of my life” feeling like i felt with my ex even though i really dont like to admit it now. It just fit, like a puzzle piece that was missing, i feel whole. I tend to wander, if you havent noticed already, its hard to keep a train of thought when youve been struck with a need to just keep tying and in a sense word vomit till i feel relief. This is my me time. A time i couldnt really give a shit what anyone thinks or feels, its just me and a keyboard. Thank you Mom for my new laptop. its graceful typing, even though i have to get used to typing again. So much backspace used.... and i laugh at myself. The whiskey is helping. Lets wander agian since im thinking about exes. Justin and i always laugh at our exes, some were good, some were bad, some left a stain on our hearts that can never be wiped off. I think of my exes often, like a mental check in once in a while. They shaped me to who i was so i will never regret any of them, although i may regret my actions at the time. i regret hurting people, i regret not leaving sooner with others, Its like i still feel all of them. Like how they were when i was with them, i have no idea the people they are today because i dont ever talk to anyone i used to date. its too complicated when youre married, whats in the past should stay there. But i do often remember and worry how some are faring. i hear rumors and feel sad that they are not doing well, yes multiple people. Its not like i serial dated but there were about 5 or 6 significant guys who i think of often. Its a weird feeling. Knowing all those people i have encountered in my life, all of them led me to where i am today. I look at my little boy and he is just the most beautiful wonderful human being in my world. He is everything to me, and none of that could have happened without all that i have been through. I have been through hell and back a few times. I never thought id be where i am today, a mother, a wife. Happy. I am happy, because the past 3 years have been so hard and yet ive never counted my blessings more. I now look through the hard times and cling to my husband and son knowing the three of us can make it through anything. It seems i finally feel a peace now, my word vomit has concluded. Its makes absolutely no sense when i re-read it but who cares? no one is really listening right?  

[jolentad]

Tried out @fentybeauty Stunna Lip Paint 💋💄 ✍️Review: Boy oh boy! it lived up to its promise!👍🏽Drank lots of wine, ate great food and desserts. It was bang on! Did not require any touch up. Didn’t feel dry on the lips nor did it get flaky by the end of the evening. Kudos Team Fenty👏🏽🤩😍✨This is savage! 👉🏽Stunna Lip Paint In shade: Uncensored💄 Foundation - @Bobbi brown Concealer - @narsissist Eyes - @urbandecaycosmetics @makeupforeverofficial @katvondbeauty Face - @lauramercier . . . #browngirlmakeup #fentybeauty #redlips #lipstick #lippaint #makeup #nofilter #indianskintonemakeup #notablogger #girlswithfreckles https://www.instagram.com/p/BqUdUjjHR0o-77qME1lY8QKaHTq8CIoZ8SRGHU0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1u8x755dioqij

[heysam-itsokay]

a beginning

The start of a new day, new season, new month, still old year.

Today is the day after a tiny mini minuscule breakdown.

It’s always a weird out of body feeling the day after, for me my mind is numb, my body is so depleted, and I don’t really feel like myself.

When I say I don’t feel like myself, it’s almost like a hard reset. Factory settings are starting back up, my personality meter is set at a low 5, meaning I’m just going to giggle at everything you say because a verbal response takes too much out of me.

It’s hard.

I’ll wear a hoodie all day, maybe a hat too, I won’t wear makeup, my hair is probably sticking up everywhere.

It felt different. I left this morning for work with a kiss from my boyfriend. He came over as soon as he could last night. I’ll be honest, I was horribly worried he was going to leave me. Find out my bubbly upbeat personality was a fucking sham and just go, but he didn’t.

He came to me and held me. He listened to me explain trauma left from a man who has been out of my life for not even a year.

He said he was worried that I’d get a happy high from him reacting so quickly, he’s normally quite busy, but any chance he gets he’s talking to me, being with me, and I appreciate that.

I was worried if I was even having a breakdown or just using familiar pain to get his attention, but I want to give myself more credit than that. I was horribly sad.

Sad because for the last week and a half I’ve been hearing this dreaded voice in my head, forming words that someone spoke to me for the better part of seven years.

I’m trying to remind myself that he doesn’t own me anymore. He can’t hurt me anymore. He can’t have me.

I read that it helps a victim of repeat trauma to find a space where they’re 100% safe, nothing to kick up triggers, for me that’s impossible.

I live in a room where everything happened. I sit in the same place that he sat when he tried to rape me.

I stare at a door that has my blood on it

I stare at a door that has his blood on it.

There’s so much blood in this room.

But there’s also a record on my wall. A record my boyfriend bought after a week of knowing me for my birthday. A record that he couldn’t possibly know how much it means to me.

It hangs on my half painted walls, a nice pink over a dark blue.

It’s bright yellow. It makes me feel warm.

[samanezdeco-blog]

Lista la nota de hoy! si quieres decubrir de que se trata te invito a visitar mi blog. http://www.samanezdeco.com/bg/erandi-gadi/ @samanez_deco #samanez_deco #decoracionsala #decoración #sala #notablogger #ideas #saladecorada #livedesign #livingroom #homedesign #homedecor #home #sweethome #lovedesign #interiordesigner #interiorismo #furniture #design #designer #designed #diseñomoderno  #architecture #architect #homestyling