#paranga

[deficiente666]

[ruhumbipolar]

paranga vurmuşlar sanki ruhuma, habire bi karanlık var duygularım yok inançlarım yok hep bi karanlık var üstesinden gelemediğim bi kahır var canımı benden alıp gitmenin peşinde bi can yanılgısı var nereye gideyim? gidecek yol mu var kaçabileceğim bir yer mi var kaderimden kalakaldığım dünya herkes ölmüş de bir ben savaşıyorum sanki hâlen bir ben vâr olmaya çalışıyorum kendi yalnızlığımın içinde, sanki azap içinde olan ben değilim de hatıralar unutmaya çalışılan onca şey. hiç yaşanmamış saymaya çalışmak iç çekişlerimin arasında eriyip giden bedenim ve belki bir gün anlarsınız size yorgun sesimle bağırıp çağırdığım bir kaç yalnızlık türküsü var bırakabildiğim.

[dollsdailylife]

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Quero compartilhar um pouco mais sobre a história da minha vida. Desde nova, minha história foi marcada por desafios que moldaram profundamente quem sou.

⭑ Aos 11 anos, comecei a enfrentar o impacto do bullying na escola. Isso abalou minha autoestima e me transformou em uma pessoa extremamente insegura. Comecei a usar o Tumblr nessa fase e, infelizmente, me deparei com o sh como uma forma de lidar com minha dor. Esse foi um período difícil e, embora tenha feito muitos avanços desde então, essas lutas fazem parte da minha história até hoje.

Minha insegurança se reflete em muitos aspectos da minha vida. Sou uma pessoa que deseja viver um romance de verdade, mas a dificuldade em me permitir e a constante batalha com a minha autoestima muitas vezes me impedem de dar esse passo.

Desde cedo, lutei com a minha aparência física. Tenho uma relação complicada com meu corpo, querendo emagrecer em algumas áreas e ganhar peso em outras. Tentei ajustar meu corpo através de dietas e métodos como o uso de cintas modeladoras e espartilhos buscando uma forma que chegar ao meu corpo ideal mas apesar dos esforços, meu corpo muitas vezes não corresponde ao que eu idealizo, e isso continua sendo um desafio constante.

Minha vida tem sido um misto de altos e baixos, de momentos de escuridão e luz. Já enfrentei desafios profundos, incluindo questões de saúde mental que têm sido um campo de batalha constante. Lidar com aa luta contra a depressão, e as complexidades de ser mãe jovem, tudo isso molda muito do que sou hoje em dia.

Atualmente, tenho buscado maneiras de encontrar equilíbrio, tanto no físico quanto no emocional, mas inevitavelmente acabo me deparando com vícios que tem sido a maneira que encontrei pra lidar com meus traumas e momentos de crise, fumo cigarros e 🍁 constantemente, consigo dar algumas pausas entre uma paranga e outra.

Minha história de vida está longe de ser perfeita, mas é o que eu tenho e a cada dia, busco encontrar maneiras de transformar esses desafios em oportunidades de crescimento e autoaceitação. Ao compartilhar minha história aqui, espero encontrar um reflexo mais profundo de quem sou e continuar a escrever minha própria narrativa com mais entusiasmo e esperança.

- Yumi 🩸

[pursuingheavenonearth]

Mykonos, Greece: Hike to Paraga Beach

by David L. Brooks

June 9 Saturday

Paraga beach

As it was my third day on the Greek sun and sand capital of Mykonos, it was time to try a new beach:  Paralia Parangka (Paranga Beach). Therefore, I also opted to attempt what several travel pundits had forewarned to forgo:  walking on the rural roadways to reach Paraga Beach from my small inland hotel located above Super Paradise Beach.

Long before coming to Mykonos, my Internet sleuthing had already informed me that the backcountry roads of Mykonos were reputedly fraught with traffic dangers. As it turns out, most of that is simple deception to fill the pockets of ‘dispatchers’, I.e. transport companies who willingly and expensively ferret (ferry) you around to various quaint corners of what amounts to a tiny rocky island that you can almost circumvent in less than a day’s walk.  I say ‘almost’ because the truth is that all roads start at the island’s highest point and descend and then ascend—up and down multiple times before finally getting down to the intended seashore level. In this case, it was Paraga Beach.

As is true for most of life’s pleasures, half of fun is just getting there. So it was of walking the circuitous county roads through desolated landscapes bordered by pristine marine vistas on my way to Paraga Beach.

Once again I was fooled by the never-before encountered terrain upon reaching the edge of the yet unseen beach. The road suddenly turned and I seemed to be standing at the entrance of a restaurant. Little did I know that this was the far-left corner to Paraga Beach. The fact that I had actually reached my intended destination was so unapparent that I initially felt I had made an error, and I thus retreated a short distance, peering into several private business properties in hopes of finding my way to Paraga Beach.

Finally, reason prevailed over what seemed my misconception, and I returned to the restaurant and walked further into the maze-like property to find that it turned once again into another bar and then another restaurant… at last, I way on the right track. On my left side unfolded the rows of beach beds, adorned in each proprietor’s original drapes and in the typical arrangement I had seen at the other beaches I’d been on the previous days’ beach excursions.

Eventually, I reached the actual beach itself, without the battle field flag draped seatees and instead the more familiar nature-provided (hopefully) sandy beach, where I intended to spend the next two or three hours of luxurious freedom.

Wasting time, or  ‘vacating’ after all, is what a real vacation—no matter anywhere one goes — is all about.

[funkyblackman]

Celebrating new years!! At Paranga! An all day affair!! Champagne, brunch and dinner!!! Been here since noon with my peeps!Happy New Year Life is good! Happy dude! Happy Life!! #blacktraveler #blacktravel #blackpeopletravel #blacklivesmatter #djlife #summer #beachlife #capetown #Chicago #funkyblackman #funkyblackmanstories #adventuresofthefunkyblackman (at Camps Bay, Western Cape, South Africa) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm46ysfsufY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[desfrutagang]

[sandjsbeachbumbonanza]

Day 128 – Partying with the Zim(babweans)

We had a special breakfast for Easter. The chef had really outdone himself and is trying to be creative. There was amazing strawberry butter, hot cross buns with raisins and mimosas. Oddly, there was also a heart-shaped gelatin product with a strawberry in the middle… the gelatin was savoury. We’re not sure what this had to do with Easter… we tried it but neither of us understood what it was. We are still wondering what inspired the chef to make such an odd creation. Indeed, when we spoke to Gareth later, he also had no clue as to what this was or what it had to do with Easter.

Calvin had noticed that J wasn’t drinking the orange juice at breakfast, so he went out of his way to make his special beetroot and apple juice, which was delicious. Because we have the humour of a 15-year-old boy, several jokes were made about how much J liked Calvin’s ‘special juice’.

On our way out of the hotel, we spoke to James at reception, who asked us if we were heading to the Bungalow. We are not quite sure, but think he owns the place or is getting kickbacks from the Bungalow as he’s recommended it to us, Gareth and Margaret about 10 times.

We tried to get in touch with our new friend Gareth from last night, but no luck, so we decided to walk down to the beachfront. Halfway there, he texted us to meet up. After a 30-minute downhill walk we arrived. The beachfront was rammed with Easter holidaymakers. This is a sceney area and most people were dressed up. As far as we could tell, the prevailing fashion is white, neutrals, flip flops, Louis Vuitton and panama hats. There is a ‘strip’ next to the beach where everyone passes by slowly to show off their sports cars. It was a fun place and we lucked into a table on the strip at a posh place called Paranga. This place was packed as well, but we must have arrived just as someone left. We sat down and ordered drinks and about two minutes later, Gareth showed up. We started out with margaritas and he started with a double shot of Glenfiddich on the rocks. We learned that he’s a big Scotch whisky fan. He also introduced S to a new twist on the tequila shot which apparently is very popular here. You take a shot of white tequila and then bite into a piece of pineapple covered with red tabasco sauce (not the green stuff). S really liked it. The heat really makes the drink. Funnily enough, the shots were served in tiny beer mugs. See the picture below. J recognised these tiny mugs as her stepdad was given beer in a mug this size as a child growing up in Canada.

Before we left Paranga, Gareth asked if we wanted some chicken wings before dinner. We declined, but said he should go ahead. He went ahead and ordered a chicken breast and chips/fries. We should note he is in very good shape and apparently ploughs through food.

After about 5 hours at Paranga, Margaret finally showed up and we headed to dinner at the Bungalow. We didn’t mention that we were coming from the Atlanticview hotel, so we hope James still got his kickback. Unbeknownst to us, Gareth had also invited his cousin, Godfried, and his ‘friend’, Danelle. Godfried was a character. He is also from Zim but spends a lot of time in South Africa. He specialises in ‘importing’ cars. We’re not 100% sure whether this is a formal or informal enterprise. Like us, he also doesn’t seem to keep a fixed address. Every time we asked him where he lived, he gave us a different answer. But he was a really nice and funny guy. His ‘friend’ or current girlfriend or perhaps Cape Town girlfriend, Danelle, seemed a bit standoffish at first. Once she learned that S was legally blind, she opened up to us and told us she is legally deaf and can only hear us because she has worn hearing aids from the age of 2. Because S is so loud, she had to turn them down, so as not to make her hearing worse (just kidding). She is Afrikaans and was born and bred in Cape Town and taught herself English by watching American TV shows.

Once again, S had oysters and sushi (spicy tuna roll). J had the mussels starter and burrata starter. Oddly enough, the mussels starter was around the same size as the mussels main J had at Harbour House for lunch. It always leaves you wanting more! The burrata was fine, but J could tell it was past its prime and therefore had lost its creamy texture and was slightly tart. Margaret had the fish and chips and Gareth had his second chicken breast in the last two hours. At least he’s consistent. A number of off-colour jokes were made about Gareth getting two breasts tonight. Even Margaret joined in the fun.

We headed back to the hotel to beat the midnight curfew. We asked if we could have an Amarula nightcap and were told that it was too late as the other guests were sleeping and their room is right next to the bar. We were reminded that there is Amarula in our room and given a small container of ice so we could make our own nightcap. James told us there was a surprise waiting for us in our room. S teased James and said if you tell someone there is a surprise it’s no longer a surprise. This reminded S of his 50th and 52nd birthdays when his former secretary, SJ, accidentally told him he had to keep a date clear for his surprise birthday parties organised by J. Again, not much of a surprise.

To be fair, the surprise was fabulous. It was a bottle of sparkling rosé, flower petals on the bed, white roses and Easter chocolates. Even J had to admit this beats the heck out of a towel creature. Although S wanted to open the rosé straightaway, J, who had not partaken in the tequila shots, prevailed and we saved it for breakfast tomorrow morning.

[toutsurlevin]

Les trois vins de la semaine

Cap sur trois vins faciles à boire et non dépourvus de plaisir. De la Grèce à la France en passant par l’Italie, ces flacons vous aideront à passer une belle soirée autour d’un bon mijoté. Parnaga, Kir-Yianni, 2017, Macédoine, Grèce

Retour de ce vin grec avec le millésime 2017. Le pari d’assembler merlot, syrah et xinomavro (cépage grec) dont les raisins ont été cueillis à la main à une altitude…

[giuliomariamaggi]

. . Fifth day in Mykonos Island 🏝 . #mykonos #mykonosisland #mykonosgreece #mykonos2021 #mykonostown #mykonosbeach #myconos #paranga #parangabeach #agiosioannis #agiosioannisbeach #sunset #sunsetphotography #sunsetvision #sunset2021 #summer2021 #estate2021 #vacanze2021 #holiday2021 #dayoff #dayoffwork #dott_giuliomariamaggi #aestheticclinictorino #chirurgianaturalezza #chirurgoplasticotorino #chirurgiaplasticatorino #likeforlikes #likeforfollow #followeme #followforfollowback (presso Mykonos Island) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTSS8ViNXWL/?utm_medium=tumblr

[keyiflim]

Kır-Yainni Paranga White 2018 Yunan yerel üzümleri 80% Roditis, 20% Malagousia yapılmış... Akya başlığı İle #kiryianniwines #kiryianni #paranga #greece🇬🇷 #greece #macedonia #weinatolien #weinedertürkei #tasting #turkishairlens #turkishwines #turkishwine #turkishwineshop #türkischeküche #türkischeweine #türkischerwein #wineofturkey #anatolianwine #weinausdertürkei #weinmesse #rotwein #wein #keyifnotlari #wine #winelovers #winelover #wein #şarap #roditis #malagousia https://www.instagram.com/p/B4IMgnrgewq/?igshid=su8miplqmiva

[boystarry-blog]

You take me higher, higher than I've ever been, babe 

[mariijuana4i20]

☮ Legalize á paz  ☮

[delirios-da-littlealien-blog]

❤

[weslleysmokee]

[ltwilliammowett]

Yo ho and a bottle of rum - alcohol aboard Ships

Who doesn't know John Long Silver's song from Treasure Island in which the refrain is: Drink and the devil had done for the rest. Well, if you consider the foul water, wetness and cold, maybe even the numbing of pain and many other circumstances, you can understand the importance of alcohol on board. Naval Surgeon William Warner once wrote in his diary after Sailor John McLean died after excessive drinking on board HMS Ville de Paris, "I am quite sure that drunkenness kills more men than the sword in the Navy today.”

A Jollification on board the Paranga, by Robert Cruikshank 1825 (x)

In Northern Europe, beer was the first drink of choice on board ships and has been since the Middle Ages. From 1733 onwards, a sailor could drink a good three litres of the so-called "thin beer" per day. The reason for this was that the water first had to clean itself before it was drinkable again, so beer was used. And so that it didn't run out, it was even brewed on board, as the apothecary Johann Rudolf Glauber described as early as the 17th century. "Malt grain and boil down the best juice from it very slowly to a honey-thickness" This juice could then be taken along in barrels and infused with hopped water, and already one had brewed one's own house brand. From 1853 onwards, there were even so-called grain stones with beer wort that could be dissolved with water to produce a beer in no time at all.

The French and the Spanish were more into wine, and they consumend considerable amounts of it every day. Up to a litre could be consumed. Thanks to a document, it became known what the Spanish Armada had on board in 1588, which was a considerable 82,000 litres of wine and only 57,000 litres of water. In addition to these everyday drinks, there were also the harder drinks, such as rum, gin, arak and brandy, which were also dispensed up to one litre. If we look at these considerable amounts of alcohol, half the crew must have been drunk all the time, especially since beer or wine was served at breakfast. It was not until 1823 that tea or cocoa was served to the British and coffee to the French.

John Downie, aged 26, Marine; disease or hurt, headache, but suspected of affecting illness to avoid punishment for drunkenness. Downie performs animal impressions in exchange for grog. Taken ill 15 November at Cove, discharged to duty 25 November.

Entry reads: "This is a coltish drunken fellow of such a ghastly wretched appearance in general that it is a difficult matter to ascertain at anytime whether he is in health or otherwise especially if it is convenient for him to affect indisposition - which is very often the case. He has been bred a butcher and from the facilities of his early years he has acquired habits which are in some degree rare - he can imitate with the greatest possible exactness the howling of a pack of hounds, the crowing of a cock, the bellowing of a bull, cow or calf and a number of other animals. On account of these curious qualifications he is often solicited by his shipmates to give a specimen of his talents and a glass of grog is of course the reward. I presume he has been drunk in consequence of something of this kind and has affected sickness to avoid punishment. He says his head aches - I have given him an emetic and will stop his grog till he is better." written by Surgeon Thomas Simpson aboard HMS Arethusa 1805-1806 (x)

The consequences of this constant alcohol consumption posed a huge problem and were reported by the British Surgeons as dilirium, which was responsible for about 5% of the deaths on board. This dilirium often led to accidents, falls, suicides and constant fisticuffs and harsh punishments from the officers. To deal with this, the Surgeons would try to control the drunkenness with alcohol-based opium tinctures, and if this did not help, the person would be treated with even harder alcohol, enemas and bloodletting, and if even this did not help, they would be transferred to a Naval hospital where they would sober up severely.

In 1740, Admiral Vernon tried something else, grog. This at least diluted the rum, but was no less dangerous. And yet this drink remained a daily beverage in the Navy until 1970.

The Surgeons, on the other hand, had often simply given up on the men's excessive consumption of alcohol and were often just fighting the symptoms.

[falisboaadm]

Tamos aí.... Parangas Home! https://www.instagram.com/p/CGGMWokgCHXWJtBpxKm2I4Ql4Upl_7sx23XidA0/?igshid=18n1hxgmaoaue