The boat set out, one cold autumn night, to steal some beauty and bring it back to the dull place the sailors called home. It searched and searched for something perfect enough to put in its treasure chest. Nothing was quite right. Finally a sailor scooped up some water and some moonlight. The boat sailed back to its old jungle home with the treasure in tow. When the sailors looked in the chest they smelled the salt and imagined the sea, and perhaps they could squint and see the ocean and the moonlight, and they remembered their moonlit journey. When they showed it to their friends, however, the box held nothing.

Nothing makes me sadder than seeing the long list of beautiful blogs in my dashboard, and not having enough time to read them. Their designs are enchanted, their content is passionate, (their followers many), and I do not have enough time. Is anyone else in the same situation?

Speaking of amazing bloggers, I want to thank each and everyone of you for joining, and if you have gotten the chance, to post. But two months ago I would have still been blogging by myself. I am grateful for that.

(By the way, if you haven't already, please follow Blog for Joy. A blog low in followers means it's a poor blog to many web surfers.)

Thanks you again,
Jadefireeyes

This book by Ingrid Law is worth a try: Mibs is turning thirteen... normal, right? However, she is also getting her "savvy" that day: a supernatural power that strikes with chaos. Can she survive?

I enjoyed it because it had a unique down to earth feeling to it. Ingrid Law also made the plot come alive under her influence of many rich details. Warning: This book just might make your heart melt.

This a book by Lloyd Alexander. If you like witty humor, you should read this adventure of a boy and time-traveling cat! It reminds me just a bit of the Alice books by Lewis Carroll.

Jason learns that his cat, Gareth, is able to talk and has the power to travel to nine different points in world history. Jason convinces Gareth to take him along and their adventures begin

Time Cat is a fantasy novel by Lloyd, an American author of more than forty books. It was his first children's fantasy, and was first published in 1963.

Look to see if your library has it!

I love this song too by "The Wanted". Jadefireeyes
 
I'm better
So much better now
I see the light, touch the light,
We're together now

I'm better
So much better now
Look to the skies, give me life
We're together now


We've only just begun
Hypnotized by drums
Until forever comes
You'll find us chasing the sun

They said this day wouldn't come
We refused to run
We've only just begun


You'll find us chasing the sun

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

You'll find us chasing the sun

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

You'll find us chasing the sun

When Daylight's fading
We're gonna play in the dark
'Til it's golden again
And now it feels so amazing
Can see you coming
And We'll never grow old again
You'll find us chasing the sun

I'm never
I'm never down
Lying here, staring up
And you're looking down

I'm never
I'm never down
Live forever, forever
With you around

We've only just begun
Hypnotized by drums
Until forever comes
You'll find us chasing the sun

They said this day wouldn't come
We refused to run
We've only just begun
You'll find us chasing the sun

[All:]
The sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun
You'll find us chasing the sun


Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

You'll find us chasing the sun

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

You'll find us chasing the sun


When the Daylight's fading
We're gonna play in the dark
'Til it's golden again

And now it feels so amazing
Can't see it coming
And We'll never grow old again
You'll find us chasing the sun


You'll find us chasing the sun

You'll find us chasing the sun

You'll find us chasing the sun

You'll find us chasing the sun

You'll find us chasing the sun

When the Daylight's fading
We're gonna play in the dark
'Til it's golden again

And now it feels so amazing
Can't see it coming
And We'll never grow old again
You'll find us chasing the sun

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

You'll find us chasing the sun

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You'll find us chasing the sun  

Hey Guys! I love this song, and wanted to share it with you! It's called Mean, and sung by Taylor Swift, about the bullies that tormented her when she was younger. I love it, as it can give people confidence, and hope that bullies will not be there forever. It sure helped me :)

Here's the video:

And the lyrics:





You, with your words like knives,
And swords and weapons that you use against me.

You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like a nothing.

You, with your voice like nails on a chalk board, calling me out when I'm wounded.

You, picking on the weaker man.

You can take me downnn,
With just one single blowwwwww.

But you don't know,
What you don't know!

Someday, I'll be, living in a big ol' city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, I'll be, big enough so you can't hit me,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides,
And your wildfire lies, and your humiliation.

You, have pointed out my flaws again.
As if I don't already see them.

I walk with my head down,
Trying to block you out, cause I'll never impress you.
I just want to feel okay again.

I bet you got pushed arooound,
Somebody made you cold.
But the cycle ends right now.
Because you can't lead me down that road.

And you don't know,
What you don't know.
Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Someday I'll be,
Big enough so you can't hit me.

And all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now, in a bar,
Talking over a football game.
With that same big loud opinion,
But nobody's listening.

Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things.
Drunken groans and all about,
How I can't sing.

And all you are is mean.

All you are is mean,
And a liar,
And pathetic,
And alone in life.

And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean!

But someday I'll be living in a big ol' city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
YEAH-EAH!
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?

Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city,
(Why you gotta be so mean)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
(Why you gotta be so mean)
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
(Why you gotta be so mean)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?

Peace out,
Erin x


(Lyrics from lyricsmode.com)

I love tbis song! Jadefireeyes

I had a way then losing it all on my own
I had a heart then but the queen has been overthrown
And I'm not sleeping now the dark is too hard to beat
And I'm not keeping now the strength I need to push me

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine It when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone

'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine It when I'm alone

Home

Noises, I play within my head
Touch my own skin and hope that I'm still breathing
And I think back to when my brother and my sister slept
In an unlocked place the only time I feel safe

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone

'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I'm alone

Home

(Continues with choruses.)

A woman in a green dress is reflected

In the glass of a museum diorama,

Where the savannas are tinged with sunset,

The sky dying,

And where a group of spotted African Wild dogs are perched on a boulder,

Staring into the distance.

In another, pandas are stationed within a blue valley,

The atmosphere evolving above them.

What is reflected?

A girl in a pink skirt hurrying past with a bony mother.

A new diormama;

A fiery dome,

Stubbles of wild grass sweeping into infinity.

The horizon has a bloody accent.

Giant ostriches guard their eggs.

What is reflected?

Boys sitting on red benches.

Hello Everyone! I hope you all are well and enjoying the last of the summer!
For those of you who don't know me from my blog inkdropperr I'll introduce myself:

My name is Marian

I am 16 years old

I live in Ireland

I love to read, bake and make

and I have just joined this fabulous blog

"written by teens, for teens"

Who knows us better than we know ourselves.

Hope to read more from me in the much-too-near future.

Marian

x

In brief, using Google photos is dangerous, or using ANY type of media that isn't yours to begin with! So dangerous, you can get sued for enormous amounts of money. How to find out what you CAN do? Read the original article here.

Hi guys! I'm Erin, and I'm the newest addition to the Blog For Joy family! I try to post every day, and make my posts interesting and funny! They mainly centre around craft and music! Look forward to seeing more posts from me!
Peace out,
Erin x

The gray sea

Is a plane of swirling glass,

Forever in all directions.

The gray sky

Is a dome of smudged paper clouds,

Forever in all directions.

This,

Gray, empty Planet Earth,

Has few inhabitants,

Aboard little ships on

The Sea Beneath the Clouds,

Rarely meeting one another,

Floating their ways through endlessness.

Yours Truly,

Sasha

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Shells lay washed up on the shore,

Little reminders of the marine creatures they once contained.

Many of them have neat holes bored into them;

They’re probably done by nimble seabirds.

Not the seagulls that fly high above and break the clam to break the shield,

But small salty and feathery apparitions, butterflies of their own right.

Shells are skeletons.

I used to think the shells are a treasure to be buried in a deep hole,

The insides are iridescent as pearls.

Now I know these are sad corpses needing a grave.

Or when you build towers out of them for sand castles,

The stacks are merely catacombs, deserving respect.

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When the world ends

I will sit on the beach watching the tide come in.

I’d build a sand castle for my mother, symbolizing all that ever was,

Is and could have been.

We’d remember fading memories so they might be preserved for tomorrow,

And cry since it’s already too late.

I wish we had been better for each other.

~

The ocean rushes in and out, a live eternal thing.

With so many creations stories of the world beginning from the sea,

Is it not just as possible the world will fall the same way?

Drowned down to its depths, clinging to the sand and being washed away

Like kelp on the shore.

When the world ends

I will sit on the beach watching the tide come in.

I’d build a sand castle for my mother, symbolizing all that ever was,

Is and could have been.

We’d remember fading memories so they might be preserved for tomorrow,

And cry since it’s already too late.

I wish we had been better for each other.

I went to some well-known websites and tweaked them around. Here are the screencasts. Comment if you believe you see the change!

The Apple Store.

The Chrome Web Store seems to have some troubles...

Poor Google images

I've been playing around with the Winnie the Pooh official website. Can you see the edit I made? Hint: It's in red.

This is a poem that I wrote recently when I was feeling a bit bored and empty. I'm feeling better now so there isn't any need to worry. Well here it is~

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I feel cast off

From the rest of humanity

As I lie in the ocean

With no one coming to see me

Except those with my same blood

It is then that I feel connected

With humanity again

But it is temporary

Because I will always end up back in the ocean

With no one coming to see me

Except those with my same blood

So this is my first post for Blog for Joy and to start it all, I thought I'd try and provoke some debate. As my bio explains, like many girls, I love fashion and clothes and these days most women are au fait with the latest trends.

For me, a trip to a clothes shop is a great experience, I'm around a U.K size 10/12 and am mostly happy with my shape, but I do feel that fashion, especially top designers, are wary of using women of my size and above for adverts and clothing campaigns. When you walk around a high street store, its unlikely you'll see any size 16 models on the images displayed, although in the U.K a size 16 is now the average size for women.

As time has passed, we've all got bigger, due to diet, lifestyle and the environment around us, and I don't see this as a problem. In an article I read recently it said that women's waists have got bigger over time, and that the trim waists that were seen during the 50's are no more.

Well, to me its simple, women haven't been brought up on a diet based on rationing, I'm lucky enough to live in a world where food is more freely available and where war doesn't affect my daily life. I'm able to have a healthy diet, eat what I like and live how I want to.

To me, fashion is universal and it doesn't matter what size you are, you can still look fabulous in an outfit. I object to the continued use of thin women on billboards and shop fronts to promote new ranges. To me, these women are beautiful, but larger women, shorter women and uniquely styled women are just as fabulous. Give us some variation fashion world!

In short, this is NOT a post which objects to the use of thin models on the catwalk - everyone is unique and some women have willowy figures - this is a post which asks why there can't be some diversity? Personally, I'd like to attend a fashion show where you could see different sized models wear clothes - it would allow the audience to actually understand how an item may look on them.

So whether you're an apple, pear or an hourglass gal, be proud of your body (it's the only one you've got) and remember, regardless of the billboards, or ad campaigns, the clothes aren't just meant for the models.

Heidi xxx

These photographs were taken at Abbott's Lagoon in Point Reyes.

If you know who Caliban is... well, here's a mooncalf. If not, here's some kelp.

I love these thistly/flowery things.

Yours truly,

Sasha