Sandinite

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Earthbender. I read and I like dragons. (She/Ella) (ESP/ENG)

Calyx furro diciendo "puta bida tete"
A black and white tuxedo cat playing fetch with a green toy spring in my living room.
Detail of hand-sewn buttonholes of the waistcoat, made of light turquoise brocade with pink flowers
An orchid plant upside down in a pot with no roots.
Full bloom Nostalgie red rose with a silky pink center.
Tataru with a gun. Brace yourself!
Capullo de rosa "Rhapsody in blue"
Keep calm and me cago en dios. ("I shit on god", a generic curse expression in Spain).
Medea says: Women of Corinth, I am come to show My face, lest ye despise me. For I know Some heads stand high and fail not, even at night Alone—far less like this, in all men's sight: And we, who study not our wayfarings But feel and cry—Oh we are drifting things, And evil! For what truth is in men's eyes, Which search no heart, but in a flash despise A strange face, shuddering back from one that ne'er Hath wronged them? . . . Sure, far-comers anywhere, I know, must bow them and be gentle. Nay, A Greek himself men praise not, who alway Should seek his own will recking not. . . . But I— This thing undreamed of, sudden from on high, Hath sapped my soul: I dazzle where I stand, The cup of all life shattered in my hand, Longing to die—O friends! He, even he, Whom to know well was all the world to me, The man I loved, hath proved most evil.—Oh, Of all things upon earth that bleed and grow, A herb most bruised is woman. We must pay Our store of gold, hoarded for that one day, To buy us some man's love; and lo, they bring A master of our flesh! There comes the sting Of the whole shame. And then the jeopardy, For good or ill, what shall that master be; Reject she cannot: and if he but stays His suit, 'tis shame on all that woman's days. So thrown amid new laws, new places, why, 'Tis magic she must have, or prophecy— Home never taught her that—how best to guide Toward peace this thing that sleepeth at her side. And she who, labouring long, shall find some way Whereby her lord may bear with her, nor fray His yoke too fiercely, blessed is the breath That woman draws! Else, let her pray for death. Her lord, if he be wearied of the face Withindoors, gets him forth; some merrier place Will ease his heart: but she waits on, her whole Vision enchainèd on a single soul. And then, forsooth, 'tis they that face the call Of war, while we sit sheltered, hid from all Peril!—False mocking! Sooner would I stand Three times to face their battles, shield in hand, Than bear one child.
A Syngoniun, a Pilea and a Tradescantia.
Echeveria agavoides Suculenta con hojas en forma de flor
It echoes in the silence left by the will of the Star
Crow with knife
Biblioteca universitaria de Leuven
Desintegrar
You're not forgiven.