lelaredoan
Le Laredoan
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Texas born, living in Virginia. Gay 😘 Married to the man of my dreams
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lelaredoan · 3 years ago
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All you bitches know how to do is manifest and masturbate
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lelaredoan · 4 years ago
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lelaredoan · 4 years ago
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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
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Sources : Wikipedia , Godfinder and God search
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lelaredoan · 4 years ago
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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
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lelaredoan · 4 years ago
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“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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My early 20s
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Frank Ocean; Ivy
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“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
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lelaredoan · 5 years ago
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“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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