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tmarshconnors · 5 months
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Farewell to Alistair Darling
Today Alistair Darling's the Labour Former Chancellor has died, it's an opportunity to reflect on the impact of a man whose political legacy often sparked disagreement. While our political ideologies may not have aligned, there's an undeniable truth that Alistair Darling was a genuine and principled individual, dedicated to the causes he fervently believed in.
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Darling's announcement of his death prompted a moment of contemplation, transcending the political differences that often defined our perspectives. In the complex landscape of government, Alistair Darling stood out as a figure of integrity and authenticity. His commitment to his causes, even when it clashed with my own views, showcased a rare dedication that is too often obscured in the world of politics.
As a member of Gordon Brown's government, Alistair Darling distinguished himself as a steady and capable leader, especially during the tumultuous times of the global financial crisis. While opinions may vary on the effectiveness of policies implemented during that period, many would agree that Darling's measured approach and genuine concern for the well-being of the nation set him apart.
Looking back at Gordon Brown's government, Alistair Darling emerges as a standout figure—a steady hand navigating turbulent waters. Today, we bid farewell to a man who, despite our political differences, left an indelible mark on the political landscape. A genuine force for his cause and, in the eyes of many, the best among his peers in Brown's government, Alistair Darling's legacy continues to echo through the corridors of political history.
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my-fit-journey · 1 year
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joliendoms · 2 years
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💚🍀 #ilovemydoggie #oneyearlater https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd2kSOvNo7nyRCaB9ZwYNwehj-D-AWHtJefqUs0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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dukeaubergine · 10 months
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Let's see... edited a kippah onto Timmy (had to erase some of her hair) and changed her shirt color.
Left Cass alone though if I had more energy I might've made her flowers brighter (and she's missing all the studs & safety pins!).
Edited Kate's necktie to be purple & Babs' dress to be a different shade of green than the picrew offered, they both would be more accurate with more gingery hair (Kate's here is closer to what I think her Batwoman wig is colored?).
Edited Steph's dress to be purple and jacket to be pink.
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propicsmedia · 1 year
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Emotional Interview with Female Firefighter on Ukraine Poland Border
Emotional Interview with Female Firefighter on Ukraine Poland Border Getting Firefighting Gear and Medical Supplies from Polish Colleagues. Near the end of the conversation she speaks about her daughter who should be panning her future as she is nearing the end of high school now does not even know if there will be a future for her country. #UkraineWillWin #ukraine #Ukrainians #oneyearlater #ukrainianarmy #UkrainianHero Ukrainian Cultural Centre - Victoria, BC Ukraine Ukraine / Україна Ukrainian Canadian Cultural Society of Vancouver Island Ukrainian Americans Ukrainian Canadian Congress - Alberta Provincial Council (UCC-APC) ProPics Canada Media Ltd. Pond5 Stringr Video Footage and Interview by ProPics Canada Media Ltd 2022.
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alyhollywood · 2 years
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March 11th the first whole day we had with you to exactly a year later. What fun it has been to watch Dottie grow and learn to trust and accept our love. I love this pup❣️#oneyearlater #dottie #puppylife #allgrownup #carrideswithdogs #supermutt #quiltdog #whoreallyrescuedwho #adoptdontshop #puppypal #doglovers https://www.instagram.com/p/CbfdjEbFjd4/?utm_medium=tumblr
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shironezuninja · 2 years
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I think that Instagram Imposter/Scammer from last year is trying communicate with me again. There’s no way that the real “Nezu-Chan” would leave his wife and 4 boys. Be careful, Mina (Everyone). #scammers #scammersofinstagram #instagramimposter #sealedheart #onmyguard #oneyearlater #shirakagemouse #dangermouse #dangermouse2015 #dangermousefanfiction #reenactment #japan #hotsprings #onsen #bathhouse #forgiveness #safeforworkversion https://www.instagram.com/p/CVl_tiCsjUF/?utm_medium=tumblr
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rosemarydanielis · 3 years
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I can’t believe it was one year ago that I posted this video! * Click YouTube link above to watch it 😊 News about Covid was spreading around the world…this mystery virus that no one knew about. I remember feeling scared and worried about what the future held. And it was Spring. Always such a time for renewal and hope. But what did Spring mean now? Here we are, Spring, one year later. I think we’re settling in, right? Understanding that we need to change the way we do things. We need to change our relationship with Mother Earth. So much has to change. It’s daunting. As always I look to Nature. The place I seek and find my center to rebalance and renew my energy. Funny that it’s cold, misty and rainy this week, just as it was a year ago as you can see in my video. That’s what I love about Nature - the normality of change. Season by season. Year by year. Beauty every day. This year I’m renewing my commitment to protect this beautiful, magical planet we’ve been blessed with so that generations to come can live without fear and illness. I wish you all good health as we step into Spring 2021.
(all rights reserved leave credits please reblog but not to nsfw 18+) To buy or use online contact me at rosemarydanielis.com
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negativebleue · 3 years
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Swipe to see last year's piece. A year can really make a difference, huh. Happy Birthday to my OC, Aernyn!! I'm way proud of how this piece came out. It was just a lil' dirty work, after all, but boy did it come out nice! If I'm lucky, I'll be able to channel this art style again... But what y'all think?? Did I do better or worse?! #digitalart #bust #oc #originalcharacter #characterart #birthday #dirtywork #progress #oneyearlater #sketch #queerbipocartists #outofthebleue #negative_oc #negative_bleue https://www.instagram.com/p/CRCQPzIlSb6/?utm_medium=tumblr
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thedirtbagdad · 3 years
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Rather than make this somber day a once a year observance, make it a practice. Daily. Yes, many words to read and reflect upon (I’ve spared you all my own wordy reply to @janessasaidso!). It takes work, a lot of work, with a myriad of tiny steps, that will be completed by others beyond most of our lifetimes, to build a cathedral. But we must continue or start. It’s critical to our humanity. I often use a reflection that I consider to be a prime directive for all biological life: go forth and propagate the species; all else is commentary. Now go: learn, do, and teach the work. Think of anti-racism work as a component of the propagation of the human species. Future generations and their very existence depend on it. #Repost @janessasaidso ・・・ Stop Scrolling and Read. There is no one ANTIRACIST certification course that will fix this. There’s no DEI, EID, DBE, D&I bookclub that will stop racist behavior overnight. There is no checklist that will absolve a nation from reacting to the conditions it had cultivated. But there’s still so much more work to do. I believe that It takes the practice of decentering “whiteness.” Whiteness as an ideology which does not always mean the whiteness of a skin color. The kind of ideology that to be treated well, acceptable and valued you need to be more “white.” I challenge people to think about the whiteness in them, the “white” ideals they uphold, the “white” they portray instead of finding empathy via unmasking of “blackness.” I know this may go over people’s heads or may not sit well with many “online educators” but I’m more interested in how we (all of us) move through the world unconsciously validating supremacy. Because teaching people to identify/empathize with a group of people with no lived experience of walking a mile in their shoes is too big of an ask for many in a society filled with selfishness. #powerandprivilege It’s called cultivating opposites. It’s a lifelong practice. It’s like brushing your teeth, it’s habitual. It’s like breathing, it’s necessary for the sustainability of humanity. Stepping off my soapbox… #antiracismeducation #diversityequityinclusion #oneyearlater https://www.instagram.com/p/CPT3SsfjCE6RNyakLMXkUD2xJ_34jZXynYQaKc0/?utm_medium=tumblr
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elena2 · 3 years
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One year to this day my life as it were came to an end. I wasn’t aware that I was, in fact, assisting at the funeral of my previous existence.
Life had something better in store for me, and the vessel needed to be emptied to make room for the new. But it’s taken me some time to discover that everything happens for a reason.
It had been a crazy weekend that had left me exhausted, and all I wanted to do after a 72-hour frenzy was to go back to the comfort of my bed and crash and sleep.
I had gone to the city with my then fiancé to pick and choose the stuff for our new home.
He was paying rent, and I would pay all that the house needed: Everything else.
We spent Friday walking endlessly and taking notes of all we would get.
Along came Saturday, and it was the day we got to Ikea. We tried so many mattresses, sofas... It took all day long to get all the essentials; we arranged delivery for the following weekend.
We sat on our way out to grab some Ikea coffee to get some energy, and we saw this man with a young boy buying a week’s worth of Ikea’s hot dogs. We were next in line, and I heard him talk to his son. He was unemployed, and they didn’t know when they could come across such a cheap meal, so they were stocking up.
They sat there, on a table next to us. I felt bad for them. I went to an outside atm and came back with some money. I was about to break down in tears, so my ex handed them the cash in a more serene matter. The man assured him that it was going to be all for his kid. He told him ‘make sure to feed yourself too’.
We went home, counting our blessings one by one. It could have been any of us.
We ordered pizza and watched Netflix.
On Sunday, my friend who was pregnant and lived nearby invited us for lunch, but I declined since my ex wanted some more quality time.
We went to visit a Sunday Bazaar and then had lunch in the empty apartment.
I was meant to go back to my hometown early.
I had stuff to do (that at that time felt it was important), and I needed some unwinding.
We got to the train station, and there was a strike, and services were reduced to the minimum.
He then asked me to stay for the night, but I declined. I was busy, and in four days we would see one another again.
We went to pick up a latte from Starbucks and went to spend some time on top of a Roman aqueduct: El Pont del diable.
In there, he got a message from a girl named Anna. I asked who she was since I didn’t recognize this name after so many years. He said she was nobody. I didn’t pay much attention and proceeded with the conversation normally.
It got late and unless we rushed I would miss the train.
He asked me once again to spend the night. I declined again.
We got to the train station and ran without even a hug: I would miss the train otherwise.
‘Call me when you get home’ He said.
‘Sure! See you on Thursday!’
And Thursday never arrived.
I arrived at my hometown and two days later we learned on the news that we were forbidden to move from where we were. Literally.
I was trapped.
Friday arrived and the delivery of a truck-load of furniture was unloaded into my apartment in the city.
I would never see that furniture.
Two months in the process, this woman named Anna, moved into my place, using all that I had so carefully picked and slept in the bed I paid for.
I learned about it all a few weeks later, still trapped in this small town feeling powerless.
Surely, they broke up not long after and he dared to want to come back with me.
I simply closed that chapter.
But had I know what the future had in store (Covid-19), I would’ve never gone to Ikea.
I would have gone to meet my best friend, whom I haven’t been able to visit yet, and would have spent some quality time with her.
I would’ve allowed the train to leave without me and would have spent just one more night. Without rushes.
I wasn’t that busy, to begin with. Nobody was dying. My job could wait for another day and double the effort with an extra shot of espresso.
And as the world and my soul went into a comatose state, I fought hard.
I swam against the biggest rapids, and I survived.
I survived: Despite it all.
One year later, I have learned a big lesson:
Nobody is that busy, ever.
You can always squeeze some quality time for the ones who matter.
Work can wait.
I am never going to sleep holding a grudge on anyone anymore.
I now speak my feelings.
Quality time is underrated.
I make sure to tell the ones I love that I love them.
I count the days until I can go and hug a long list of people.
Whenever I have a bad day, I do my best to make it better.
I am not a perfect being, but I do my best.
Because all we have is TODAY.
Nowadays, more than ever, I have learned that tomorrow is never granted.
Not everything depends on me, but I can give my best on what does depend on me.
And I am on a mission to make everyday count.
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joliendoms · 2 years
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ellathegreatest · 4 years
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Around the same time last year, there was a girl full of expectations. She just finished her grueling study of her program, she had an advancement in her career and all of it happened on her 26th birth month. She deemed that year to be special. She's real grateful.
She thought she deserved it. Some people promised her things, she held on to it, and the same people broke her into tiny little pieces, had her self esteem into unfixable mess and she had no one to help her pick it up. She was utterly shattered. Her person? Nothing. She's a living dust.
The only thing she wanted the most for that year was her father's health. She wanted to be with him on every step of his recovery. But the very least of her wishes was not given to her. That was the strike one. It was one wish she thought. Maybe her other wishes will be granted.
She wished for his recovery. Maybe it was a small price to pay for being away - maybe this is just a trade, she needs to be away, and he'll get better. No correlation, yes, but life never explains. It just happens. She tried to justify everything. That everything happens for a reason. Whatever the reason is, it will unfold eventually. So she still lived life, with the remaining hope she has left, that it will all get better.
But it didn't.
Between her struggles and efforts, the step ladder she built has unstable foundations. In one fatal moment, it all collapsed unto her. That was strike two. Her already broken fragments, dusted.
But she tried to live on. At least she has herself - whatever you call the hollow body that was left.
She sank deep. She drowned. Things happened so fast that it felt like a movie. A movie which kept repeating in her head. Different versions. Different settings. But one thing's for sure. It ended badly. No universe in that movie of her memory was she happy.
She thought maybe in the sequel the sun will be brighter, the rain will be a lot less. She did right, maybe fate will treat her right too. Boy, she is not wrong! It's only what she thought and the universe has an entire shit load to dump onto her.
She still smiled through it all as reflex. Because, what else can you do if everything around you is ugly? Get pretty! At least you'll brave through it all good looking!
The road to 27th was rough. Even Mother Nature decided to punish humans for being ingrate! China developed a biological warfare! The President of our country is China's pet!
One year is 52 weeks, 365 days and 8760 hours. She spent it accepting what she was, holding on to what she has, fortifying what she is and creating someone she can be proud for what she will be;
For the years to come, if it did not arrive to me, play this for me.
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momentswithmolly · 4 years
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Exactly a year ago, you friended me on Facebook after a little birdie (@sobercab) mentioned that I had a crush on you. We started talking non-stop on Messenger and went on our first date at the end of September. It's been the best year of our lives. #lgbtpride #lgbtq🌈 #lgbt #lgbtcouple #lesbiancouple #lesbianvisibility #throwback #oneyearlater #oneyearago #timeflies #oneyearanniversary #youremyperson https://www.instagram.com/p/CE0gzNlDnKZ/?igshid=odax6n9suaiy
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appsnonprofit · 4 years
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#oneyearlater Daddy and Mommy @miss_shalae A Family That Prays #911 https://www.instagram.com/p/CDq3WeupNPgbSqUIui9BOHINNmoy75TLHRGgS00/?igshid=12yxpyajx0ymq
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glaryrandomday · 4 years
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What a difference a year makes! Our big twenty three month old is going to be TWO so soon 🚗❤😅 #maxwellrobert #twentythreemonthsold #oneyearlater #thedaysarelongbuttheyearsareshort https://www.instagram.com/p/B8WpvMiFmeHrawJC-cCiAk-ZLWw8l8VM8zwOIU0/?igshid=t1c9f8jtifs0
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