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“poslední zásilka banglí z jablonce do bagdádu byla dodána v roce 1958”
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muzeum skla a bižuterie jablonec nad nisou
“poslední zásilka banglí z jablonce do bagdádu byla dodána v roce 1958”
tohle je kamenná plastika “šumava” kterou si pamatuju z dětství. vcera jsem kolem ni jela domu kdyz sem si jela pro par posledních kousku oblečení co mama chce abych si vytřídila. vzpomnela jsem si jak sme si na ni jako maly hrály a jak vlastně na to ze to byl kus šutru jsme tu sochu mely rádi. podívala jsem se na ni znova a chtěla bych si ji nějak zhmotnit, nejak připomenout, nejak složit, nejak obnovit a vyzdvihnout. tehdy mi připadala krásná, ted mi prijde nejen krásná, ale i okrasná. že vdechuje duši veřejnýmu prostoru
šli jsme vyzkoušet nový stan, byla to krásná cesta přes koupák, kde zrovna byla pouť, až nahoru k veřejnému ohništi. vevnitř venku všude klid a naplněnej den.
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everything is blue.
byly jsme v berlíně na halsey back to badlands tour. bylo to nutný aby mé 17yo ja mělo tuhle vzpomínku - šla sem tam tak jak sem si pred 10 rokama představovala ze bych tam šla. s kamoskama a ready se uplne poslat. pamatuju si jen barvy a pocity, bars co v my hlave v jednu dobu jely na loop a byla jsem bytostně přesvědčena ze halsey zpívá přesně o tom co se mi deje. začátek is there somewhere je součástí mé osobnosti, moje core memory prvni lásky.
hitlo mě i closer kdy we ain't ever gettin' older my v ty chvíli připadalo zas tak pravdivý jako na gymplu
zbytek výletu jsme prochodily propovidaly a propily
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Simple Ways to Practice Magick Everyday
Say a small prayer or do a short meditation before you get out of bed in the morning.
Write down dreams or visions you had.
Stir your first cup of coffee or tea counterclockwise to banish negativity and bad luck or clockwise to bring positive energy.
Draw daily tarot or oracle cards (you can also use a pendulum) for guidance.
Cleansing yourself and home using sound or smoke.
Ancestor or spirit offerings
Pick out your clothes, shoes, jewelry... ect with intention.
Write a sigil or petition paper and burn it.
Take a ritual shower. You can spice it up with candles, herbs, and crystals, or you can simply step under the water and imagine all the negativity and bad energy washing off you. You can also recite a chant.
Every time you look into the mirror, say an affirmation
Take a walk outside and ground yourself to Mother Earth.
Dance!! Dancing is an excellent way to rise the energy, and it helps with opening the sacral and solar plexus chakra and getting in touch with the inner child.
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“I write messages on money. It’s my own form of social protest. A letter printed on paper that no one will destroy, passed indiscriminately across race, class and gender lines, and written in the blood that keeps the beast alive. A quiet little hijacking on the way to the check-out counter, And a federal crime. I hope that someone will find my message one day when they really need it, Like I do.”
— (via healthyharold)
u all ever lose the ability to socialize in the middle of a convo like.... ok i’m done now there’s no more words in here brain shutting off
“Call it a wild perversity or a wild optimism, but they were right, our ancestors, to celebrate what they feared. What I fear I avoid. What I fear I pretend does not exist. What I fear is quietly killing me. Would there be a festival for my fears, a ritual burning of what is coward in me, what is lost in me. Let the light in before it is too late.”
— Jeanette Winterson, “The Green Man” | The World and Other Places: Stories
hey google how do i tell people im rapidly declining and make them actually care without being manipulative, by people i mean specifically my favourite person
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