Iguape 💜💜

bem que eu queria 😪

melhor evento de Brasília

melhor ficar descalço

Paz fraternidade sem tirar ninguém mais pode ter certeza
Respeito é pra quem tem, pra quem tem, pra quem tem

vale

não tem preço

😂

eu chamaria de fruta algodão-doce cremoso

Groovy woman with orange hair, a sensible hat and garish glasess, jewelry and clothes. Her voice quavers as she holds her hands out palms up to the reader, "Woo! Woo! I feeeeeel it!"

#ComicsOutOfContextAfterDark

ele é um exorcista.

It's the Ides of March.
Be the thing they Beware.

I had that dream again

"Whatever you're meant to do, do it now. The conditions are always impossible".

Doris Lessing

(And FUCK YOU, coaches!)

🙌🏼🔥

Lost, lost, lost

youtu.be/aRsa_37_kTs

Liber CCXVI I Ching hexagram for March 10: Hang, Fire of Air, ䷟

The Moving Line:

Lust of result mars will in every way;

hermetic.com/crowley...

☯ #IChing #HexagramOfTheDay #DailyHexagram #divination #cleromancy

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"...Tribe

an organism, one flesh, breathing joy as the stars

breathe destiny down on us, get

going, join hands, see to business, thousands of sons

will see to it when you fall, you will grow

a thousand times in the bellies of your sisters"

(Um momento histórico que eu queria presenciar é a primeira vez que alguém disse "move fast and break things" e imaginou algo admirável e não um comportamento digno do inspetor Clouseau.)

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Intifada 💫

Legendary Anglo-Indian dancer Olive Craddock who performed internationally as Roshanara. Photo by Underwood and Underwood, New York c 1918. (Thread)

Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I think I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes

L’interdit est dans ton cœur et lui seul t’importe, envoie donc promener deux mille ans de pudeur.

Pier Paolo Pasolini

Mood