The “hells” (jigoku) of Beppu are nine spectacular hot springs for viewing rather than bathing. Seven of the hells are located in the Kannawa district and two in the more remote Shibaseki district. The Chinoike Jigoku or ‘blood pond hell’ features a pond of hot, red water. It is the most photogenic of the nine hells.
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Guys aren’t that confusing and their actions should not be read into too deeply.
They’re either selfish or they’re not.
The vast majority of males are selfish, only wanting to have fun or only caring about their own ambitions. Even if they may treat you kindly or make you feel special, it’s only for their momentary fancy and ultimately they will only work hard to satisfy themselves. A seemingly good guy can be selfish. It just means he hasn’t matured enough to genuinely care about other people yet.
Then there are the very few guys who can actually give a fuck about a person other than themselves. Their actions are not confusing at all, and if they care you will know. They won’t hurt you the way the selfish ones do.
Guys are pretty straight forward. I always thought girls were so foolish chasing after boys, describing all the ways the guy has been a total dick face but then saying, “But I don’t know - he treats me so well.” If someone treats you well, then why should you feel so uncertain - or worse - like shit? It seems so obvious but it’s such a stupid trap so many girls fall into. My aim is to stay completely clear of the selfish ones, which means to avoid 99.99% of single males…lol
Oh you literally just finished your last undergraduate exam 5 minutes ago? And your birthday is in two days? Here! Have a $111 ticket for running a stop sign because you were poisoned and trying not to shit your white pants! You can enjoy giving up some graduation money and dealing with that while juggling medical school applications before you go to Japan! I know you make dumb careless mistakes when your stressed Christie, so you’ve earned it!
I love cops!! Life is awesome!!
Aka…the house of Louis & Vivian that seems to always be harboring Japanese/random people lol. It’s kind of nice, driving here and knowing it will be my home for the next year. Besides the lovely company (people and animals) and the soul lifting natural lighting, I’ve noticed there are a lot of different bird species in the area. I know Austin is supposed to be great for birding, but I’ve seen a lot of more unique species like Scissor-tailed Flycatchers on the power lines and I’ve heard some unfamiliar bird calls here. Planning on getting some bird houses and a feeder when I get back from Japan. Little things can make life so nice.
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4 years ago, senior year of high school when Benita said she didn’t want to be my friend anymore/wanted nothing to do with me and I graduated high school alone, always crying.
In addition to the hurt that accompanies loss, for a while I was really disappointed in myself that I could make the same mistakes and feel the same kind of hurt exactly 4 years later. But it really isn’t the same. I’m not as mean and selfish as I was before. And this time I have so much more support and love around me. I’d like to think that’s because I’m a kinder, more thoughtful person than I was 4 years ago.
Lol. Patterns. Senior year of school, lose someone important, lose a bird, go to Japan, and transition into a totally new phase of life. It’s kind of stunning how similar then and now are. It’s like so much has changed…but not really. Maybe just a lot happened. At least I won’t be sitting in a parking lot crying on my birthday lol. At least I’m much more driven and have a stronger sense of future and purpose. And at least I have a better grasp on my flaws and know what I have to do. I’m not the same sniveling little bitch I was before lol.
Well freshman year was really, really fun, fresh, and enthused. I hope that feeling comes along now too. I’m sure it will.
Dress like a princess. Act like a man.
Series VII. Royal blue dresses by Mary Magdalene.
“In poetically well built museums, formed from the heart’s compulsions, we are consoled not by finding in them...
Paintings by Jenn Shifflet
