Le Laredoan

Texas born, living in Virginia. Gay 😘 Married to the man of my dreams

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All you bitches know how to do is manifest and masturbate

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Manifest Masturbate Manipulate

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Nahua Deities

Part 3 of this series. *All based in Aztec Mexico

Acolmiztu - God of the Underworld

Acuecucyoticihuati - Goddess of Rivers and Streams

Atlatonan - Goddess of the Earth

Ayauhteotl - Goddess of Infamy

Centeotl - God of Maize

Centzon-Totochtin - Drunken God

Centzonuitznaua - Gods of the Stars

Chalchihuitlicue - Goddess of Water

Chicomeccatl - Goddess of Corn and Maize

Chalchiuhtecolotl - God of the Night

Chalchiuhtotolin - God of Disease

Chalmecatecuchtli - God of the Underworld

Chantico - Goddess of the Hearth

Chicomexochtli - Gods of Painting

Chiconahuiehecatl - God of Creation

Chihucoatl - Goddess of the Moon and War

Cinteotl - God of Maize and Corn

Cipactli - Creator God

Cipactonal - God of Astrology and Calendars

Coatlicue - Goddess of Earth and Fire

Cochimetl - God of Merchants

Cocijo - God of Rain

Coyolxauhqui -Goddess of the Moon

Cuaxolotl - Goddess of the Stars

Ehecatl - God of the Winds

Huehuecoyotl - God of Mischief

Huehueteotl - God of Fire

Huitzilopochtli - God of War

Huixtocihuatl - Goddess of Fertility

Ilamatecuhtli - Old Mother Goddess of Midwifery

Itztli - God of Sacrifice

Itzpapalotl - Goddess of the Heavens

Itztlacoliuhqui - God of Justice

Ixtlilton - God of Healing

Macuil-Cozcacuahtli - God of Pleasure

Macuil-Cuetzpalin - God of Pleasure

Macuil-Malinalli - God of Pleasure

Macuil-Tochtli - God of Alcohol

Macuil-Tonaleque - Gluttony Gods

Macuilxochitl - God of Games and Sports

Malinalxochi - Goddess of Insects

Mayahuel - Goddess of Alcohol

Metzli - God of the Moon

Mextli - God of War and Sacrifice

Mictecacihuatl - Goddess of Death

Mictlantecuhtli - God of the Underworld

Mixcoatl - God of the Hunt

Nanautzin - God of Sickness

Omecihuatl - Goddess of Creation

Ometecuhtli - Supreme God of Creation

Ometotchtli - God of Pulque and Drunkness

Opochtli - God of Fishing and Hunting

Oxomoco - Goddess of Astrology and Calendars

Patecatl - God of Healing and Medicine

Piquete-Ziña - God of Bats and the Night

Quaxolotl - Goddess of Duality and Schizophrenia

Quetzalcoatl - God of Creation

Tecuciztecal - God of the Moon

Temazcalteci - Goddess of Purification

Teoyaomiqui - God of Flowers

Tepeyollotl - God of Caves and Earthquakes

Tepoztecatl - God of Alcohol

Toci - Creator Goddess

Tezcatzontecatl - God of Beer

Tlazoltéotl - Goddess of Purity and Confession

Tezcatlipoca - God of Death and the Night

Tlaloc - God of Rain

Tlahuizcalpantecutli - God of Dawn

Tlaoque-Nahuaque - Supreme God

Tonacatecuhtli - God of Food

Tonatiuh - God of the Sun

Tzitzmitl - Grandmother Goddess of Alcohol

Ueuecoyotl - God of Happiness

Xipe-Totec - God of Agriculture and Spring

Xiuhcoatl - God of Fire and Drought

Xiuhtecuhtli - Ancient God of Fire

Xmulzencab - God of Bees

Xochipili - God of Love

Xochiquetzal - Goddess of Fertility

Xólotl - God of Lightning and the Underworld

Yacatecuhtli - God of Merchants and Travel

Sources : Wikipedia , Godfinder and God search

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Martha Graham, Xochitl, (Aztec Ballet) c 1915

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I give thanks to the Archangel of Justice for I left this disgraceful life I led before suffering insults and abuse from authorities and putting my health in danger. You sent me a man who met me and found out about my past. He fell in love with me and me too. We got married and live very happily.

Margarita, La Doña before It happened here in Merced, Mexico City

[humansofnewyork]

“My brother and I were both placed into foster homes at a young age. He was lucky—he went to a family called the Ripleys. I went through four different homes in three years, and each one was worse than the next. I’d get to see my brother every few months.  Ms. Ripley would take us for lunch at McDonalds, and that’s when she first noticed the scars all over my body. She immediately made arrangements for me to join their family. Back then the word ‘family’ didn’t mean much to me. But the Ripleys made me feel welcome in their home. Whenever I did something wrong, Ms. Ripley would sit me down and explain why it wasn’t OK. But then she’d say: ‘You’re not going anywhere. Because you belong to us now.’ Shortly after I joined the family, Mr. Ripley was diagnosed with cancer. And later that year he passed away. Ms. Ripley’s entire world fell apart. They’d been high school sweethearts. And now she was alone with two foster kids. Nobody would have blamed her for taking us back. But instead she took us to court and made it permanent. The three of us moved into a single wide trailer in Mississippi, and that’s where she raised us. She worked whatever odd jobs she could find.  We never had much, but we went to movies. We had family game nights. She kept us busy with little league and Boy Scouts. She must have been super stressed, but that’s not at all what I remember. I just remember the affirmation that she gave me. It was always: ‘You’re smart.’ And ‘You’re handsome.’ And ‘You survived all that stuff because you’re strong.’ She cried when I joined the Marines, but she knew it was my best chance for a college education. And eventually I graduated from law school. Last year I had a daughter of my own. And that really put me into an emotional tailspin. Because I realized how every little choice I make is going to affect her future. And then I started thinking about how different my life could have been. Because my early development had been the opposite of what a child’s should be. I should be broken, but I’m not. Because thirty years ago my Mom decided to keep me. And somehow, despite all her sadness and heartbreak, she poured enough love into me so that I could heal.”

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[lelaredoan]

My early 20s

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Frank Ocean; Ivy

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[neomexicanismos]

Efe de Froy: arte pop mexicano que te hará recordar a Banksy

Froy Padilla es un artista sin miedo a experimentar y fusionar grandes iconos de dos culturas diferentes como la mexicana y estadounidense.

[lazyyogi]

“Men are born soft and supple; dead, they are stiff and hard. Plants are born tender and pliant; dead, they are brittle and dry. Thus whoever is stiff and inflexible is a disciple of death. Whoever is soft and yielding is a disciple of life. The hard and stiff will be broken. The soft and supple will prevail.”

— Tao Te Ching

[humansofnewyork]

“I wanted to fly planes on an aircraft carrier, but my father had fought in World War I, and he told me that we’re a family who goes into the army.  So I enlisted in the infantry.  I wasn’t worried about a thing.  I was only eighteen years old.  I was too young and too stupid to be afraid.  The government sent me to Europe on the Queen Mary. I had two sets of dog tags.  One of them designated my religion as ‘Hebrew,’ which I planned on throwing away if I got caught.  I was sent to the Battle of the Bulge.  When I arrived at my post outside of Luxembourg, I learned that all the officers in my company had been killed, except for one.  He assigned me to be an advance scout.  It sounds like a glamorous job, but my orders were to walk in front and draw fire so everyone behind me knew there was danger.  At one point a shell exploded over my head and my ear started bleeding.  When the medics finished bandaging me up, they told me: ‘That will be enough to get you a Purple Heart!’  But I told them to keep it because I knew they’d notify my parents, and I didn’t want them to worry.  After I recovered I was transferred to the Mauthausen concentration camp.  I arrived on my 19th birthday.  My new job was to guard the liberated prisoners so the Nazis didn’t come back and kill them.  These people were so emaciated from being starved to death.  I was helping to bury hundreds of bodies per day.  But I couldn’t cry.  Because I had be strong for the prisoners.  They needed my strength.  I would walk around the courtyard at night, and sing a popular Jewish song called ‘My Yiddishe Momme.’  It’s a whole long story about missing your mother, but the lyrics didn’t matter.  I’d sing it as loud as I could.  Because I wanted everyone to know that a Jewish boy was there to protect them.”   #quarantinestories

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