♥Vintage Fair ♥ 2022 009 by Xiosandra Firelyte
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LAST WEEKEND Be Spoke and Silly Llama join as Event partner's to bring us the 2022 VINTAGE FAIR! OPEN NOW!!!! June 10-20 2022 VINTAGE FAIR 2022 OUR SPONSORS: Konoha - Lagom - Poison Rouge - Dirty Rat Undertied - Alter - Simply Shelby - Varonis HUNDREDS of stores with amazing exclusives for sale at the event, don't miss out! Credits Jazabelle - Fox on the Run JAZABELLE BOUTIQUE RAVENCREATION Bridget EyeShadows RAVENCREATION Navzar Beauty- Amelia Skin LeLutka EvoX NAVZAR BEAUTY Shown On Head Lelutka Avalon Body Maitreya LELUTKA MAITREYA
♥Hair: Tableau Vivant // Scilla hair – Reds by M4ri1yn Magic
♥Head: LeLUTKA Avalon Head by jaden.nova
♥Eyes: IKON Charm Eyes – Brown by Ikon Innovia
♥Body: Maitreya Mesh Body – Lara by Onyx LeShelle
♥Skin: 7 Deadly s[K]ins – DENIM skins by Izara Zuta @ The Darkness Event
♥Veins: Izzie’s – Body Veins & Cellulite (combined) by Izzie Button
♥Tattoo: Fewness – Your Sign – Cancer by Fewn…
The line "you never saw my birthmark" was the one that made me think of identity and gender and generally the juxtiposition of being born one way but feeling like you should be different. Idk ab harry obv but it made me think of body issues and dysphoria. Like this alter ego, Jezebel lives inside me so deep that it's more me than my actual self. But they never got to see my birthmark, they were't there at my birth (wasn't born this way, as Jazabel) but maybe I should have been. The disconnect...
same!!! that line struck me so hard as one about gender and the physical body you inhabit not being your true form. some of those lines on harry's house just hit in that spot where you have to think that only a trans person could have written them (like, to me, also 'cut out my middle', even though i can hardly properly explain, yk?).
i really love the way you put it. you never saw my birthmark, you never experienced my/your birth, bc it's you who actually should have been born. something went 'wrong' there, and now it feels like we're split, and i'm not you, despite very much being you.
Ve o gecenin sabahında jazabel kanlar içerisindeydi, işte buydu hissetmek acıyı hissetmek, yaşadığını hissetmek, bağırarak ağlayabilmek içindekini kusabilmek, belki de ilk defa yaşamıştı o gece'
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Écoutez mes bien aimés , Tout pasteur ou église qui ignore de vous enseigner les voies bibliques et la manière de s'habiller correctement et selon Dieu est un pasteur et une église impies et satanique. La tromperie du diable pour attirer de nombreuses femmes et même des hommes dans le ténèbre à travers des pansements mondains est maintenant acceptée dans de nombreuses églises, ils ne voient rien de mal à la façon dont vous vous habillez, peu importe la façon dont vous présentez votre corps. Le genre de vêtements que les femmes ne peuvent pas porter lors de soirées il y a environ 20 ans en raison d'un sens naturel de la décence sont ce que nos femmes chrétiennes portent aujourd'hui avec confiance dans les églises.
Les mêmes femmes sont épouses de pasteurs, diaconesses , prophétesse ; les mêmes femmes peuvent parler en langues dites d'anges , elles peuvent prier avec power. bêtise spirituelle
De telles femmes fonctionnent sous l'esprit de Jezebel. En même temps, vous voyez des frères chrétiens qui font des boucles de jerry, enroulant les cheveux, en utilisant des boucles d'oreilles et ainsi de suite. Triste 😭
Écoutez , Toute robe que vous portez en tant que femme, sur le dessus, qui révèle votre décolleté , dos , cuisses , poitrine est la robe la plus pécheresse , satanique et impie de toutes. Ces femmes chrétiennes qui en portent sont sous le piège de Satan, ce sont des agents sataniques de pollution . Très triste 😭
Jeunes frères et sœurs Repentez-vous le jugement de Dieu est sérieux .
MARANATHA
Jésus Christ revient Bientôt.
- GLODY DWEME prédicateur de L'évangile de jésus christ
Summary: Iza and Jamie meeting for the first time.
Jamie fixes a cigarette between his teeth as he exits the convenience store, and he ducks his head against the biting wind. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his oversized bomber jacket, a hand-me-down from John, who unlike Jamie, is built like a linebacker and has the breadth to fill out the jacket, Jamie searches for his lighter. His fingers brush against his keys, the pack of cigarettes he just bought, his wallet, and his phone, but no lighter. Frowning, he pats the pockets of his jeans, then pulls open the jacket to fish through the inside pocket.
And then he runs directly into someone.
The cigarette tumbles to the pavement, and there’s the sound of a book hitting the concrete and the clattering of small objects.
The stranger hisses out a sharp, “Damn it!” at the same time he mumbles under his breath, “Fuck.”
Jamie feels his cheeks warm as he’s hit with a rush of embarrassment. He wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, and now he’s made someone drop everything they were carrying. Even worse, the stranger, a young woman probably around his age, was carrying a sketchbook that has fallen open so the pages are pressed against the sidewalk. He really hopes the pages aren’t bent and the art isn’t ruined.
A few pencils and paint brushes roll away and a loose sheet of paper skitters away in the wind. He darts after it, only pausing for a second to look up and down the road as the paper tumbles into the street. He snatches it between two fingers as it blows over the yellow line in the center of the road, then darts back to the sidewalk, getting honked at by a nearing car. In another situation, he would’ve flipped the driver off, but crashing into the young woman has left him flustered.
“I’m really sorry,” Jamie says, a bit breathless as he grabs a pencil that rolled over the curb.
The young woman is kneeling on the sidewalk, gathering the escaped pencils and brushes. Her dark curly hair whips in the wind, blowing in her face.
“I wasn’t looking where I was going. I—”
She stands, pressing her sketchbook against her chest, her fist clenched around the brushes and pencils, and she glares up at him. Jamie feels his face grow hotter and he wants to melt into the ground.
“I, uh, here’s your, um, paper,” he says, holding out the loose sheet of paper. “And pencil. I’m really sorry. I hope nothing was ruined.”
Her expression softens and she sighs, “It’s okay. No harm done.”
She takes the paper and pencil, and shoves the paper between the pages of her sketchbook.
“Um, I hope you have a good day,” he says, unable to make eye contact. Her jeans are streaked with splotches of paint. “Sorry, again.”
“It happens,” she says. She shrugs and shakes a strand of hair out of her face as she walks away.
Jamie reaches into his pocket and pulls out another cigarette.
This is my baby Bubba! 11/09/2008 a 02/07/2019. Bubba loves to lounge around playing with his toys. He loved his family and visited his mother, Jazabel, frequently! He is and will be greatly missed!