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Greek salad I had in Naxos.. :D
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my primary target in Venice: the Tetrarchs :)

from left to right: Diocletian, Maximian, Galerius, Constantius Chlorus.
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Well, this is my first food submission. And I'm rather proud of it.

Sweet and spicy pan seared tuna with rice noodles, home grown salad, crunchy pickles, soya beans and home grown garnish. (chives and spring onion)
With home grown mint tea.

The trick is to get the pan really hot with some oil, while the tuna is seasoned with sugar (trust me) and chilli flakes. The oil I used was standard olive oil with some of my mum's chillies in it (for about 6 months) and it's hot. The outside of the tuna is cooked until crispy bit not all the way through.
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© Ben Heine || Facebook || Twitter || www.benheine.com
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Brussels, Belgium (old shot)
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For more information about my artwork: info@benheine.com
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This is a very famous golden statue of Everard 't Serclaes (*) in the centre of Brussels, Belgium.

It is said among locals that the statue brings luck & grants the wishes of all who touch it. Many tourists touch (or rather rub) the statue, and this constant polishing keeps the body depicted in the statue in a shining color compared to the rest of the sculpture. Other parts are also touched frequently by the tourists such as the face of an angel, a dog, and one of the shields.

(*) Everard 't Serclaes (c. 1320 – 1388), lord of Cruyckembourg (Ternat), a citizen of Brussels, was made famous by his recovery of that city from the Flemish.

At the death of John III of Brabant on 5 December 1355, his daughter Joanna and her husband, Wenceslaus, succeeded to the Brabantine throne, but this was disputed by the count of Flanders, Louis de Male. Louis invaded Brabant and quickly seized Brussels. During the night of 24 October 1356, Everard scaled the city walls at the head of a group of patriots and drove the Flemings from the city. This enabled Joanna and Wenceslaus to make their Joyous Entry into the city.

Everard was later made schepen (alderman) of the city five times. He was assassinated for having defended the city's rights against the lord of Gaasbeek. Everard is commemorated by a monument carved by artist Julien Dillens (1849–1904). The monument is located on Charles Buls street, close to the town square.
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She's just like the other traveling fairies, but she also learns new things besides magic. She loves getting involved with mysteries and meeting new people as she goes. She dreams to become a guardian fairy one day.

Credits-:iconazaleasdolls:

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I associate you with the cold.

I see you as the snowflakes resting on my eyelashes.
You're a delicate, soft weight on my cheeks
As my eyes flutter closed.
And then you're gone completely
Disappearing during the blink of an eye.
(It's not the first time.)

I relate you to the quiver of my lips
As I'm shivering on your doorstep while the snow blankets the earth.
You haven't been around in three days
And I'm worried that you're not okay.
But secretly, I know that you're fine
Because your lights are bleeding through the curtains.
(You never answered your door.)

I link you to the numbness in my body that starts in my fingertips,
And ends all the way down in my toes.
(It infects my body and I can't escape the immobilization)
I can't feel a thing, you know,
As the bitter void strikes my chest.
But maybe it's better that way.

But most importantly—
I associate you with chills.
With the way my body shudders back to life
As you wrap me in warm blankets to counteract the cold.
I identify you as the gooseflesh on my skin
As you tickle your fingertips up my arms as an apology.
I relate you to the chills I feel
As my heart restarts and tries to warn me
That this can only end badly,
That the past repeats and repeats and
(Repeats.)

I equate you with the chills in my mind,
The little warning signs, the flashing lights,
The throbbing sense of being used,
And I ignore it.

I associate you with the cold.

(But you're also the trembling chills that bring me back.)
(This is a scrap, now, because I uploaded a new copy for a contest!)
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Made a year ago, but anyway, I looove it ;w;

♥Venezia ♥

I want to go there the next year sooo bad! owo
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in ___.
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A crappy photo for a good cause.
(This was NOT my idea, a friend told me about it)

THE RULES:
1. when you feel like you want to cut, take a marker or pen and draw a butterfly on wherever the self-harm occurs.
2. name the butterfly after a loved one, or someone that really wants you to get better.
3. NO scrubbing the butterfly off.
4. if you cut before the butterfly is gone, it dies. if you don't cut, it lives.
5. if you have more than one, cutting kills them all.
6. another person may draw them on you. these butterflies are extra special. take good care of them.
7. even if you don’t cut, feel free to draw a butterfly anyways, to show your support. if you do this, name it after someone you know that is suffering right now, and tell them. it could help.
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A little warm up from today.
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