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lunarr-mermaid:

GIVEAWAY.

brand new teale coco sexy underwear (credits on the pic)

galaxy spiked creeper shoes

RULES : 1)must be following me and her.

               2)likes don’t count

               3)please don;t spam 

ends on the 20th of august

shipping worldwide

feel free to ask whatever

GOOD LUCK <3

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artistdujour:

Walpurgis Sabbath, Adolf Münzer

artistdujour:

Walpurgis Sabbath, Adolf Münzer

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genishihara:

**PLEASE DO NOT DELETE THIS TEXT**

Romantic Mermaid Wavy Brown Wig

Flower Crowns

**All clothing fits sizes Small-Medium and some are Freesize!

GIVEAWAY ENDS SEPTEMBER 1st 2014 AT MIDNIGHT EDT

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reblog if ur tired of occupying a human form and wish to return to the holy bed of moss from whence you came

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— 6 days ago with 3665 notes
House

My husband and I are buying a house and as the paperwork progresses I get more and more nervous, I think something is going to go wrong and our loan is not going to be approved. It’s not that great of a house and it’s on the ghetto but it is going to be ours and we can do great things with it, it has a big backyard and it’s nice in the inside. Wish us luck people!

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#house  #realstate  #buying a house 
"

We live in a society that’s sexist in ways it doesn’t understand. One of the consequences is that men are extremely sensitive to being criticized by women. I think it threatens them in a very primal way, and male privilege makes them feel free to lash out.

This is why women are socialized to carefully dance around these issues, disagreeing with men in an extremely gentle manner. Not because women are nicer creatures than men. But because our very survival can depend on it.

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"

Muerte


Hay cementerios solos,
tumbas llenas de huesos sin sonido,
el corazón pasando un túnel
oscuro, oscuro, oscuro,
como un naufragio hacia adentro nos morimos,
como ahogarnos en el corazón,
como irnos cayendo desde la piel del alma.

Hay cadáveres,
hay pies de pegajosa losa fría,
hay la muerte en los huesos,
como un sonido puro,
como un ladrido de perro,
saliendo de ciertas campanas, de ciertas tumbas,
creciendo en la humedad como el llanto o la lluvia.

Yo veo, solo, a veces,
ataúdes a vela
zarpar con difuntos pálidos, con mujeres de trenzas muertas,
con panaderos blancos como ángeles,
con niñas pensativas casadas con notarios,
ataúdes subiendo el río vertical de los muertos,
el río morado,
hacia arriba, con las velas hinchadas por el sonido de la muerte,
hinchadas por el sonido silencioso de la muerte.

A lo sonoro llega la muerte
como un zapato sin pie, como un traje sin hombre,
llega a golpear con un anillo sin piedra y sin dedo,
llega a gritar sin boca, sin lengua, sin garganta.

Sin embargo sus pasos suenan
y su vestido suena, callado como un árbol.

Yo no sé, yo conozco poco, yo apenas veo,
pero creo que su canto tiene color de violetas húmedas,
de violetas acostumbradas a la tierra,
porque la cara de la muerte es verde,
y la mirada de la muerte es verde,
con la aguda humedad de una hoja de violeta
y su grave color de invierno exasperado.

Pero la muerte va también por el mundo vestida de escoba,
lame el suelo buscando difuntos;
la muerte está en la escoba,
en la lengua de la muerte buscando muertos,
es la aguja de la muerte buscando hilo.

La muerte está en los catres:
en los colchones lentos, en las frazadas negras
vive tendida, y de repente sopla:
sopla un sonido oscuro que hincha sábanas,
y hay camas navegando a un puerto
en donde está esperando, vestida de almirante.

- Pablo Neruda.

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cestpapillon:

krampuslips:

foxes are the most important animals on earth

im going to keep reblogging this until it isn’t cute anymore

cestpapillon:

krampuslips:

foxes are the most important animals on earth

im going to keep reblogging this until it isn’t cute anymore

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blueberrymodern:

British Vogue- 1981,  stylist Grace Coddington,  photographer Barry Lategan

blueberrymodern:

British Vogue- 1981,  stylist Grace Coddington,  photographer Barry Lategan

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lunarr-mermaid:

WING BAG GIVEAWAY
there are so many people who want this bag so here it is.an exclusive giveaway :)
rules are&#160;: 1)must be following me and her 
                 2)only reblogs count
giveaway ends on the first day of august and we ship worldwide :) good luck
ps:follow @porcelainannie on instagram for more chances to win (there are going to be two winners,one from tumblr and one from instagram so if you wanna take part on the instagram giveaway reblog this and add your username on the description)
YOU GET TO CHOOSE THE COLOUR OF THE BAG

lunarr-mermaid:

WING BAG GIVEAWAY

there are so many people who want this bag so here it is.an exclusive giveaway :)

rules are : 1)must be following me and her 

                 2)only reblogs count

giveaway ends on the first day of august and we ship worldwide :) good luck

ps:follow @porcelainannie on instagram for more chances to win (there are going to be two winners,one from tumblr and one from instagram so if you wanna take part on the instagram giveaway reblog this and add your username on the description)

YOU GET TO CHOOSE THE COLOUR OF THE BAG

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— 2 weeks ago with 2709 notes

alucinacionaida:

Hello friends I made these ceramic boxes and I am selling them for $30 USD each and the Tarot Hand one is $25USD because it has a non-superficial crack. Message me if you are interested. Spread the post if you love them. Help a starving art student, jk I’m not starving but I am broke. 

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— 2 weeks ago with 46 notes
"Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on."

Immigrants. First generation.


Ijeoma Umebinyuo.

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