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bailey elderberry

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full-scale model of a corner of the temple of quetzalcoatl

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Águila mosaico, en la terraza, Casa Particular de Juan O'Gorman, Av. San Jerónimo, Jardines del Pedregal, México, DF 1952

Arq. Juan O'Gorman

Eagle mosaic, on the terrace of Juan O'Gorman’s home, Pedregal, Mexico City 1952

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The Decorating Book, Mary Gilliatt, 1981 📚

Salvaged & scanned by @jpegfantasy 🖨️

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Viso House by Hodgetts & Fung in Hollywood, California, 1990.

For Your Home: Paint & Color, J. Hirschman & Tim Street-Porter, 1993 📚

Salvaged & scanned by @jpegfantasy  🖨️

[iamardona]

Tina in Mexico, October 5th 2017

She tried to hide her curiosity when she said ‚I am nervous‘. But to no avail. Her penetrating look undressed all the excitement she kept inside. The hook of love had caught her and she was full of mercy. She was young, she turned only 21 years old last winter, but her steps were big… So big that the women of her country asked how she lived like this, so lightly. So big that the men in her circle enjoyed having a dialogue with her. ‚You’re leaving, Tina, you’re leaving without answering me.‘ her big sister said. ‚Oh my oh my, why do you make it harder for me?’ Shy, she hugged her sister who always was her closest friend, she always held her on two legs when Tina at times took steps restlessly. ‚No Tina, I won’t miss you. When we meet again I will tell you how much I grew and you will tell me how you’ve loved.’ She was in love with the world. She wanted to love every place, and every human. She was not afraid to meet strangers. Because she believed that every human had to say something beautiful. She did not judge. She had big faith. That was the reason why people loved her, why they wanted to be close to her. She gave them space. But no, there was no one who could drink the juice of her youth, no one who could hurt her because her spirit of a child found protection from the mother of this world.

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La ropa adecuada

[iamardona]

“Not everything can be proven. Some of it has to be experienced. Synchronicity transcends thought and brings us directly into the world of the spirit.”

— David Wilcock

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“Best of all, the entire Wheel of Karma can be stopped through forgiveness.”

— David Wilcock

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“Let’s say that if we keep making positive choices, no new negative karma will need to be created in our lives. Let’s say we will then be actively protected from painful and disruptive things that might have otherwise happened, as a very real form of health insurance.”

— David Wilcock in: The Synchronicity Key

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[altered-statuses]

Simply Living, Vol.1 No.3 Pg.94, advertisement for open frame meditation pyramid (2 metre base) (1975)

[iamardona]

<< Don’t keep driving by The Paper Kites

The guitar though

[iamardona]

Lyrics appreciation, July

Half of this city turning their lights on Like half of this city has an idea Cars slowly passing right down on main street Don’t keep on driving, let me say something

There’s nothing wrong with a little space But not right now, don’t leave There’s nothing wrong with a little time But for the memories, for the good things Don’t leave

The stars in the night sky, the distance between them By the time that you’d reach them, they would be gone But the distance between us is half of this city Don’t keep on driving, let me say something

There’s nothing wrong with a little space But not right now, don’t leave There’s nothing wrong with a little time, a little space For the memories, for the good things Turn around now, turn around Don’t leave me now

Don’t leave (Don’t push me, push me away) There’s nothing wrong with a little space right now (Don’t push me, push me away) Don’t keep driving (Don’t push me, push me away) Don’t leave me (Don’t push me, push me away) Call me (Don’t push me, push me away) Turn around, turn around now (Don’t push me, push me away) (Don’t push me, push me away) Don’t run away from me (Don’t push me, push me away) (Don’t push me, push me away) Don’t leave, don’t leave (Don’t push me, push me away) Oh (Don’t push me, push me away) (Don’t push me, push me away) (Don’t push me, push me away)

Don’t keep driving - The Paper Kites

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Lanzarote, Mirador del Río

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