Michael Heizer speelt met zand op een hoger plan

Michael Heizer speelt met zand op een hoger plan

Michael Heizer (1944, Berkeley, USA) bracht de kinderlijke fascinatie van ‘spelen in het zand’ naar een geheel nieuw niveau! Zijn grootschalige sculpturen, geplaatst in een speciaal uitgezochte omgeving, bedoeld om een ​​dialoog met het omringende land tot stand te brengen, hielpen bij het pionieren van Earth of Land art, een Amerikaanse kunststroming van de late jaren zestig en vroege jaren…

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Barry Drewmore by Zoha Van de Aarde

Mijn hoofd: nee schat niet de fietshelm discourse nieuw leven inblazen de amerikanen hebben toch niet de capaciteit om zich te kunnen verplaatsen in de situatie van iemand die verder weg woont dan zuid canada

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The way you touch me, straight through my heart

and every uni website works differently. explode

hoii! 8, 14 & 17 for the book asks? <3

hii <3

8: what is the first book you remember reading yourself?

god.. i think laura ingalls wilder's little house in the big forest? our mom used to read those but i remember reading ahead secretly myself

14: do you ever mark/dog ear books you own?

yes! i mark and fold pages with whatever utensil is at hand. i love seeing a book loved and really like others' books like that as well

17: top 5 children’s books?

in no particular order:

- harry potter & the philosopher's stone - jkr bad yes but also this series fundamentally started my love for reading so it's on the list even if retrospectively it wasn't brilliant writing or anything

- the lion, the witch and the wardrobe - classic for a reason, fond memories of my uncle reading these to me and my sister

- lang geleden... - dutch history book i went over sooo many times as a kid. gorgeous illustrations, probably updated since i read it as it was based on the historical canon

- kruistocht in spijkerbroek - need i say more

- koning van katoren - forget elections or hereditary monarchy. give an 18 year old a set of challenges to become king as decided by a game of dice. brilliant.

- brief voor de koning - knights. quests. secret language and songs. piak.

Prepárate para Aventuras Épicas en el Mundo Mágico de Aarde con Guild Saga: Vanished Worlds

Ocelot Technologies Anuncia el Lanzamiento en Early Access el 16 de Abril, Tras su Debut en Steam NextFest. En una emocionante noticia para los amantes de los RPG, Ocelot Technologies ha revelado que Guild Saga: Vanished Worlds estará disponible en PC en Early Access a partir del 16 de abril. Este juego de rol por turnos promete sumergir a los jugadores en el mágico y misterioso mundo de Aarde,…

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always your heart will be aching for me, and your mind will you the doubtful consolation that you did a brave thing ;

Characters: Monte & his mother, Barb  Summary: Monte is forced to live with his parents again. It’s been about two years since he’s seen them, let alone lived with them, so he’s having a rough go of it. It leads to an outburst and a horrible realization.  Content warning: None  Word count: 398 

The record skipped, for only a second, but fixed itself. The sound kept playing its somber tunes, but it sounded the same to monte. To him, it kept skipping and repeating itself. It sounded like every conversation he’s ever had with his mother—he, ever defended his every word and reason for living; and her, ever shutting him down and making him feel small. Really, it shouldn’t be a shock to anyone that he’s at his snapping point. Living with his parents when he should be free, constantly defending them when they don’t show up, paying for their rooms—it all adds up to him. It shouldn’t be a shock to anyone that he has outbursts he cannot control. Yet, his father looks scared, like monte was going to attack him. Blood pumps quickly through his veins, and he, briefly, feels crazy. The overwhelming sadness bursts though his chest in a fight in an angry man’s attempt to connect with a parent who just doesn’t care. Will never care. Forever unable to care about their own child. It hurts monte so deeply every time he relearns this fact. A child’s sadness can fuse itself to the soul if never repaired, and monte fears he’ll never feel worthy of anything in his mother’s eyes. He was never bothered by anyone’s opinions, but he couldn’t help but try altering his entire life to accommodate her scrutinizing gaze. And then his head collides with the wall, and a hand is put over his mouth. His mother’s nails dig into his cheeks, making little scratches. He doesn’t feel it yet. He won’t ever feel again, he’s so sure. But it’s then that he’s snapped back into reality. His sadness watches away into a hardened anger. From inner child sadness to adult hardened anger. “Don’t you ever raise your voice at me, you ungrateful bastard!” she kept going, venom and hatred in her eyes. She had so much to say, so much to criticize a son she hasn’t seen in almost two years. Even as he looked at her with all the sadness of his inner child, there was no room in her heart for love for him. For his father and his deceased sister, yes, always; never him. Despite everything. . . There was nothing there for him. He was clinging on to nothing. Monte’s mouth opens, and he bites the unloving hand that has never fed him.

De fictieve God probeert te scheppen

foto: Hollandse Hoogte; bron beeld: bruzz.be Op de hielen heet de bundel opstellen over Nederlandse en Vlaamse literatuur. Samenstellers zijn Jos Muijres en Esther Op de Beek. Het gaat om colleges die op de Radboud Universiteit in Nijmegen werden gegeven en romans die daar werden besproken. Over recente Vlaamse en Nederlandse literatuur. Zoals Vader van God van schrijver Martin Michael Driessen.…

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Barry Drewmore by Zoha Van de Aarde

don’t u hate werknemers die je inhuren om iets te doen, dan de meest vage opdrachtomschrijving ooit geven waardoor je vervolgens zelf moet uitvogelen wat je precies moet doen en dan ook niet duidelijk aangeven wanneer de opdracht voorbij is waardoor je vervolgens ook zelf moet uitvogelen wanneer je opdracht af is

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Soms besef ik dat het zo mooi is om te leven met honden en katten

Waarom is er stilte in de wereld over ufo's?

Waarom is er stilte in de wereld over ufo’s? Dat astronauten tijdens hun vluchten UFO’s observeren, is al lang bekend. De eerste Amerikaanse astronaut John Glenn die op 20 februari 1962 drie vluchten rond de aarde maakte aan boord van de Mercury-6, meldde dat drie heldere objecten zijn schip volgden tijdens de vlucht. Toen versnelden ze en haalden hem in. In april 1962 filmde Joe Walker tijdens…

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Day 16: Fuck Machine [NOX ; FEM READER]

The sound of the machine whirring back and forth fills your senses as the dildo is shoved back and forth into the air. Nox watches it, testing it to see if it was working well.

You sit on the edge of the bed, naked with two orgasms already under your belt. The sight of the machine made your mouth water, even more when Nox lubes it up, giving it a small handjob.

Her eyes flicker to meet yours as she turns it off, nodding to the area of bed where she wanted you to lay. You nod softly and crawl over, settling yourself on your back with your legs spread.

She dribbles lube all over your pretty cunt; she had a thing for seeing your pussy all wet and slippery, especially when she could walk back and just observe.

Lining the tip of the dildo and your hole, she gives you a small smile, before turning it on.

It starts out slow, just the tip of the dick moving in and out. It still sent shivers down your spine, soft moans leaving your lips.

“F—fuck, Nox,” you whisper, as she sits down on a stool nearby, watching your cunt take the cock. The remote control in her hand gave you hope she’d be nice today and let it fuck you senselessly.

You try your best to show her you’re a good girl, keeping your legs spread wide and hands off your tits which you so desperately wanted to touch. You were showing her you didn’t need to be tied up, that you were obedient and a perfect slut.

You swear gently as she slowly ups the speed and depth of the dildo, most of it being eaten by your greedy pussy. A delicious ‘sclack!’ sound echos around the room, your juices and the lube making such wet, pornographic sounds.

“Mm— fuck, baby,” you whimper, raising your hips slightly to get a better angle. It felt fucking fantastic, reaching so deep inside you, brushing your special spot with each movement.

Nox watches with perverted heterochromic eyes. Her tongue swipes across her lips, her callous hand gently turning the controller menacingly.

She was fully clothed, sleeves of her shirt rolled up to reveal her muscled forearms which you found so unnecessarily attractive. In fact, all of her was so brilliantly attractive, from her hands to her cunt which you so desperately craved.

Admiring her, you snap out your fantasy as she turns the fuck machine up to its near-max, the dildo being thrusted in and out at a brutal pace.

Your walls clamped down on the silicon, back arching, presenting your pebbled nipples to her gaze, moans uncontrollably leaking from your lips.

“N—Nox! C—cumming!” You cry out as you cum, the bubble in your belly popping violently as pleasure drowns you in a tsunami of bliss.

She smirks, watching you like a hawk as a milky ring formed at the base of the dildo. She takes out her phone and takes a few photos of you, and a video showcasing your beautiful moans and the soft bulge that the dick makes in your belly.

Overstimulated, you whimper and whine, but she doesn’t stop it. She won’t until she’s satisfied.

And so she makes you take the cock until your fourth orgasm — sixth of the night — washes over you. It’s painful, your aching limbs unable to move on their own, muscles twitching from the pleasure.

The fuck machine slows to a stop, and Nox moves it away from you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Good girl.”

Then she leaves the room, but you know she’ll be back. And soon she is, holding a wet warm cloth, a bottle of water and a bag of mini cookies.

She wipes you down, tenderly massaging your swollen cunt as she cleans the cum and lube away, as you sip on your drink and munch away.

“I love you,” you whisper, kissing her cheek when she gets close enough.

She replies in dutch, a phrase you’d come to adore, “Ik hou meer van je dan van de aarde zelf.”

Content, you snuggle into her, letting her take care of you like you deserve.