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this is now
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staff:

Today’s the day. The day you help save the internet from being ruined.

Ready? 

Yes, you are, and we’re ready to help you.

(Long story short: The FCC is about to make a critical decision as to whether or not internet service providers have to treat all traffic equally. If they choose wrong, then the internet where anyone can start a website for any reason at all, the internet that’s been so momentous, funny, weird, and surprising—that internet could cease to exist. Here’s your chance to preserve a beautiful thing.)

eyesarecrummy:

Ten guesses as to who doesn’t want to leave home right now. #GoJiiYa #Ollero

eyesarecrummy:

Ten guesses as to who doesn’t want to leave home right now. #GoJiiYa #Ollero

There are two who freely take the form and symbol of the Great Spirit, one is silent while the other is often heard. Both are Gaia… Hear the praise of Sophia from Her own mouth: “I am the Word that was first uttered by the Most High; It was I who covered the earth like a mist. My dwelling-place was in the high heaven; my throne was in a pillar of cloud. Alone I made a circuit of the sky and traversed the depth of the abyss. The waves of the sea, the whole earth, all people and nations are under my sway… Before time began He created me, and I shall remain forever. In this world I manifest His presence… It was He who established me in the city He loved and gave me rule over Jerusalem. I took root in the hearts of those honored by the Lord, those chosen to be His special possession. And there I grew like the cedars of Lebanon, Like the cypress on the slopes of Hermon, Like the date-palms at Engedi, Like the roses at Jericho. I grew like a fair olive tree in the vale; like a plane-tree planted beside the water. Like cassia or camel-thorn I was redolent of spices, and spread my fragrance like choice myrth… I was like the smoke of incense in the sacred tent. Like terebinth I spread out my branches, laden with honor and grace, I put forth lovely shoots like a vine, and my blossoms were a harvest of love, reverence, knowledge, and holy hope. Come to me, you who desire me, and eat your fill of my fruit. The memory of me is sweeter than syrup, the possession of me is sweeter than honey dripping from the comb.”

There are two who freely take the form and symbol of the Great Spirit, one is silent while the other is often heard. Both are Gaia… Hear the praise of Sophia from Her own mouth: “I am the Word that was first uttered by the Most High; It was I who covered the earth like a mist. My dwelling-place was in the high heaven; my throne was in a pillar of cloud. Alone I made a circuit of the sky and traversed the depth of the abyss. The waves of the sea, the whole earth, all people and nations are under my sway… Before time began He created me, and I shall remain forever. In this world I manifest His presence… It was He who established me in the city He loved and gave me rule over Jerusalem. I took root in the hearts of those honored by the Lord, those chosen to be His special possession. And there I grew like the cedars of Lebanon, Like the cypress on the slopes of Hermon, Like the date-palms at Engedi, Like the roses at Jericho. I grew like a fair olive tree in the vale; like a plane-tree planted beside the water. Like cassia or camel-thorn I was redolent of spices, and spread my fragrance like choice myrth… I was like the smoke of incense in the sacred tent. Like terebinth I spread out my branches, laden with honor and grace, I put forth lovely shoots like a vine, and my blossoms were a harvest of love, reverence, knowledge, and holy hope. Come to me, you who desire me, and eat your fill of my fruit. The memory of me is sweeter than syrup, the possession of me is sweeter than honey dripping from the comb.”

I will be there

esmz_201304165x60074 on Flickr.
Odessa in a hammock <3 powerful memories

esmz_201304165x60074 on Flickr.

Odessa in a hammock <3 powerful memories

esmz_201304165x60072 on Flickr.
cute!

esmz_201304165x60072 on Flickr.

cute!

Odessa’s new single! I feel this one sista…

Silence can make somebody bigger, I’ve come to believe. Grief can, too. A big sad silence emanating from someone can cause you to invest that person with all manner of gravitas.
— Mary Karr, The Liars’ Club (via climbthestacks)

(Source: pocketrunner, via munteeth)

teleos:

Typhon on Flickr.

teleos:

Typhon on Flickr.

(via earthandanimals)

At the camel backpackers hostel in Phoenix dreaming of little to nothing else but red rocks and dirt  #sedona to #phoenix

At the camel backpackers hostel in Phoenix dreaming of little to nothing else but red rocks and dirt #sedona to #phoenix

Post meditation pic&#8230; #meditation #sabbath #sedona #AngelValley #aeronow

Post meditation pic… #meditation #sabbath #sedona #AngelValley #aeronow

Accidentally took this selfie when trying not to drop my phone in the creek

Accidentally took this selfie when trying not to drop my phone in the creek

The spot to cool off #AngelValley #sedona

The spot to cool off #AngelValley #sedona