#caliete

[useless-arms]

Conseguir sentarse en un tranquilo prado

Eso no ocurre despues de librar batallas de tormentas

Quisiera sentarme y admirar

Te

Como revoluciona(s) el poder evocar y profetizar

Ya sean sentimientos o anhelos

Proyectos o recuerdos

Dualidad misma del querer olvidarte e ignortarte

O admirarte como flor en primavera

Pero en esta fecha te recuerdo mas que nunca

Interacciones sociales que hacen que tu sombra

mantenga presente tu presencia

Tu futuro queda indeciso cuando el pasado se presenta habitualmente

Y no deja tomar el fierro caliete del mango

Por querer aferrarte al antiguo bienestar

Me gustaría mucho que me vieras terminar mis procesos

Como también me gustaría que me ayudarte a edificar los tuyos

Reencarnación misma de tu nombre que quisiera coincidir

Dentro de un mismo sentir y recordar

De la manera que teniamos al fumar

Y ahora el verde mirar que tienes al jugar

Te extraño mas que nunca y te amo para siempre

Tú y tú sombra, palabras de dias previos

[merkabici]

Las mejores zapatillas de ciclismo para invierno

Zapatillas de ciclismo para invierno Para los ciclistas sque entrenan en condiciones de frío extremo les traemos una selección con las mejores zapatillas de ciclismo para invierno. Aquellos que llevan años en el ciclismo saben que llega un punto en el que vale la pena invertir en mantener los pies calientes y secos. Las mejores zapatillas de ciclismo para invierno están diseñadas exactamente para eso, sin la molestia adicional de esas frágiles fundas de neopreno o diez pares de calcetines.  Cada uno de estas zapatillas está diseñada con el mejor diseño y materiales para mantener el frío fuera y tus pies calietes. Tienen toques adicionales que protegen la humedad y características para mayor comodidad y seguridad.  Tenga en cuenta la talla de las mejores zapatillas de ciclismo para invierno para que tenga suficiente espacio para su par de calcetines de invierno favoritos. No puedes poner precio a los pies felices que te mantendrán en tu bicicleta todo el año. Las mejores zapatillas de ciclismo para invierno de carretera y MTB hoy en día están igualmente equipadas con toda la tecnología de alto rendimiento integrada en las zapatillas estándar, como suelas rígidas, componentes de fibra de carbono y mecanismos de sujeción súper fiables.  Las mejores zapatillas de ciclismo para invierno de carretera y MTB Las zapatillas de invierno que estamos revisando en Merkabici son compatibles con los pedales de carretera y MTB. ✅ SIDI Diablo GTX Esta zapatilla de ciclismo de montaña de SIDI es increíblemente ligera, protectora y duradera. Su parte superior aislada y su revestimiento de gore-tex te mantendrán abrigado en temperaturas muy por debajo del punto de congelación.  La zapatilla se ajusta de forma fácil, cómoda y segura con la ayuda de cuatro correas de velcro. La suela proporciona una gran tracción cuando estás fuera de la bicicleta y hay una opción para agregar puntas de hierro para los días de clima más extremos. ✅ Lake MX 145 Esta zapatilla, de la empresa de confianza Lake , es uno de los muchos en su línea de calzado de ciclismo de invierno. Este estilo en particular es una zapatilla de MTB hecha de una combinación de lona y cuero real con una cubierta impermeable en el interior que seguramente mantendrá tus pies secos en condiciones frías y húmedas.  La zapatilla utiliza un sistema de boa-dial en lugar de cordones para asegurar el pie y dejar el clima frío y húmedo afuera. Su pie se mantendrá caliente a temperaturas tan bajas. ✅ Lake MXZ 303 Si necesita unas zapatillas para temperaturas muy por debajo de los veinte grados, su combinación perfecta es el Lake MXZ 303. No es la más elegante , pero esta es una de las mejores zapatillas de ciclismo para invierno. Construida con un diseño más parecido a una bota de senderismo que a un calzado de ciclismo, esta belleza retiene el calor corporal de adentro hacia afuera. Está hecho de muchos materiales diferentes, incluido cuero real, cada uno estratégicamente ubicado para brindar máxima calidez y protección contra el viento, la nieve y la humedad.  Su suela tiene una pisada fuerte y un reposapiés resistente. Para mayor protección, la zapatilla se asegura con un dial de boa y una cubierta de neopreno que evita la humedad. ✅ Northwave Fahrenheit Es una de las mejores zapatillas de ciclismo para invierno que mantiene los pies calientes en temperaturas bajas alrededor del punto de congelación, el Northwave Fahrenheit es una opción elegante y confiable.  GTX son las siglas de Gore-tex, un forro impermeable que protege del viento y la humedad. La zapatilla está diseñada con un sistema de cordones rápidos con cierre adicional de velcro que agrega aún más protección contra los elementos. ✅ Northwave Celcius Artic GTX Esttas zapatillas de Northwave tienen un grupo fiel de seguidores por una buena razón. La zapatilla de ciclismo Northwave Artic está diseñada con gore-tex para mantener el frío y la humedad fuera; y este proporciona protección contra las temperaturas bajo cero.  La suela está reforzada para protección contra la intemperie, tracción y comodidad y el sistema de cordones está diseñado con velcro adicional para mantenerte seguro, abrigado y seco. ✅ Mavic Frost Estas bellezas te mantendrán caliente en temperaturas bajo cero. Se ajustan como su zapatilla de ciclismo tan querida, o quizás mejor dada la plantilla ergonómica para soporte del arco y el talón.  Los materiales sintéticos de las zapatillas de ciclismo de invierno Mavic Frost permiten que tus pies respiren mientras los protegen del frío. La envoltura de neopreno alrededor del tobillo es lo suficientemente flexible para brindar comodidad, pero lo suficientemente resistente como para protegerlo del agua. ✅ Northwave Flash Arctic GTX Estas botas de invierno reflectantes (también disponibles en negro) brindan muchas de las mismas ventajas del modelo RR GTX anterior, pero le brindan un equilibrio diferente en cuanto a rendimiento y comodidad. La suela ligeramente más suave aún proporciona una transferencia de potencia de alto rendimiento, pero tiene un poco de flexibilidad para aquellos que buscan más alivio. Esto se equilibra con la parte superior de ajuste ultra ceñido con construcción BioMap Aero Overlap. Esto reduce la resistencia aerodinámica y proporciona más potencia de pedal. Si bien puede que no tenga el mismo nivel de resistencia al frío que la RR GTX, los modelos Flash Arctic GTX aún logran mantener sus pies aislados incluso a temperaturas tan frías de -10 ° C. Una membrana Gore-Tex® Koala impermeable y cortavientos mantiene los pies secos, mientras que el cuello Climaflex y la plantilla multicapa brindan las mismas protecciones que su hermano RR GTX. Las mejores zapatillas de ciclismo ✅ Gaerne Winter Road Gore-Tex El aspecto más admirado de las mejores zapatillas de ciclismo para invierno, las Gaerne Winter Road Gore-Tex es su gran resistencia a los elementos.  Estas son las mejores zapatillas de ciclismo para invierno que puedes encontrar, las Gaerne Winter Road se ríen de las piedras de granizo y duermen entre el aguanieve. Seamos realistas, si eres lo suficientemente fuerte como para salir a la carretera en las profundidades del invierno, entonces debes asegurarte de que tus zapatillas estén a la altura de la tarea: con estos chicos malos, puedes tener la confianza de que tu equipo de equipo para salir a rodar en invierno es el adecuado. El secreto de las zapatillas es una superficie totalmente sellada e impermeable, con un cuello alto que mantiene la lluvia fuera de tus pies al mínimo. Pero no se trata solo de protección contra la intemperie: el Gaerne Winter Road Gore-Tex tiene el rendimiento entre sus prioridades. Una suela de fibra de carbono y nailon equilibra el peso, la rigidez y la comodidad para brindar potencia y precisión en su conducción, mientras que la copa del talón especialmente diseñada brinda una excelente estabilidad en la carretera. Fuente imagen portada: Francesco Rachello - Tornanti.cc  Escrito por: Berthy Perez Lases Read the full article

[dadobabiedeleting]

🩸🦇 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 🦇🩸

“I can hear your heartbeat.”

[spotted-demonp0n3]

This big guy has been hovering my childhood for so long...

[adorkemis]

My farm has some unusual occurrences...

With Halloween coming up I thought I'd post some stories that happened here at my little co-op farm. Its a small farm I bought with my best friend and her husband that we run and take in unwanted animals, that is when we aren't working our day jobs, charity-volunteer, or Search and Rescue cases.

So in the spirit of the season I'll start with the unusual events leading up to our first Halloween. On the night of the Autumn Equinox we built a bonfire and poured ourselves a few drinks- some family recipe Appalachian home brew.

Now, I take bonfires very seriously and had been preparing for weeks, carefully selecting the best branches and tinder, even going so far as to collect and dry out large bundles of late summer flowers and herbs to add to the top of the fire. In my family, we have a long standing tradition of welcoming in each new season with a bonfire and an important component of those seasonal bonfires are the flowers and herbs. So for weeks I had been going out to cut the necessary plants and dry them in the barn.

Now they were blazing brightly with the cut grass, weeds, and branches from our months of hard work setting up and renovating our new home and the surrounding acers.

I don't normally dance, but when I do, it is not pretty I am very, very intoxicated. So I flail happily around my fire, taking turns dancing with my friends under the bright stars and just enjoying myself free from big cities and a nice break from all our hard work.

As the night progressed the fire finally began to die down and after a few drinks I felt myself beginning to tire.

Ty, the husband of my friends asked me question that I wasn't quite able hear over the music. I thought he asked if I wanted more to drink, so I said yes. Being deaf in one ear I often mishear people.

A few moments later, I hear Ty holler out "Move!" as a large pile of debris we had stripped from the house was hurled onto the dieing flames. Krystal (my friend and wife of the pair) and I jumped back just in time to avoid the cloud of ash and embers. As I stagger backwards trying to comprehend what I had just witnessed when he again yells out for us to move just in time for me to watch him throw a bucket onto the smoldering embers. In the next instant the embers have erupted into bright yellow flames roaring skyward. The blast of heat sends all three of us onto our asses and I watch in shock as my bonfire turns into a flaming trash heap.

Black smoke rolls off the inferno, choking my lungs and making my eyes water. I crawl away when I hear Ty laughing drunkenly as the collection of boards, plaster, vinyl and trash blacken and burn. "Whoooo!" He lets out hill billy hollar. "Look at it burn!"

Krystal is now screaming at him for nearly killing us all and I just and watch quietly (and inebriated) as all my weeks of planning go up in smoke.

For you see, when my ancestors started the first Farm centuries ago, at the birth of our bonfire traditions, it was not a way to simply celebrate the changing of the seasons. No, it was a way to show respect to the things that we do not see, the beings that dwell within the woods just outside our view. It was a way of making peace with the Good Nieghbors, or local spirits. The old stories say the tradition started with my earliest ancestors inviting the beings to celebrate with them, to thank them for their protection, and that the plants we used were a sign of respect toward that treaty. Of course as the generations go by that origin has become more of a legend, few of my extended family actually believes this ritual is anything more than a leftover from our pagan, superstitious roots. But me and my grandfather know the truth. We've seen the things that lurk at the edge of the forests, seen what they can do to livestock, livelihoods, or of course people.

So imagine, if you will, you are invited to a party. A party filled with wonderful cakes, treats, and beautiful decorations. Now imagine someone literally dumps a pile of garbage on top of it.

That essentially is what has happened.

So I sit there, unsure how to tell my arguing friends what has just happened, and finally decide to just go to bed.

The next morning I wake up in the predawn hours, hungover from our libations, I look out my window see the fire pit is still smoldering. The black smoke is now grey and I can see old wires birnt black and twisted with pits of melted plastic sticking to the stones I dug up and carried from the creek.

I sigh, put on a pair of pants and go to rhe kitchen to make the moring coffee.

As the smell of the black brew wafts through the house, my cohabints emerge from their room looking as good as I feel.

My throat feels tight and scratchy so I simply raise my mug to them in greeting and am met with simular responses.

"Sorry Ty tried the burn the house down," Krystal offers when she has her coffee prepared.

"Hey, I said move!" Ty tries to protest his actions were justified.

I sign to Krystal, who translates for Ty, that its all good. Even though it may not be.

Back at my family's old Farm we hold to our traditions very seriously, like an old woman to her purse. I don't expect my friends to understand the importance of these traditions just yet, and believe me, I know how it sounds to explain these.

But instead I finish my coffee and try to tell them I'm off to start the morning chores, but my vioce comes out in a raspy gravel, so again I sign to Krystal.

Morning chores are typically the bane of my existence, but as I have the day off from my day job so it's not as bad, and it gives me time to think. I obviously can't just write an apology letter or throw another bonfire, the next time to hold one won't be until Halloween- and thats just for fun, normally. No instead I'll just have to my Buck Moon ritual will be enough to protect us from any malevolent spirits we may have offended.

I will note the Buck Moon ritual is NOT one of family's ancient traditions (well, on the Farm its called the Hay Moon and we did use to do something for that) but one I deviced myself as a way protecting myself when away from the Farm and the protection of the Hay Moon rites.

Nothing exactly happened that day, though none of the chickens had laid any eggs (which wasn't too far out the norm) however as the weeks progressed I noticed a few things that hinted something might be wrong.

The milk turned sour, the bread molded, and the grass began to die while the weeds began to overtake the pasture and garden. The grain barrels (thick plastic and metal that were advertised as critter proof) in the barn were chewed through and no matter what type of traps or bait I used the elusive culprits were still at large.

The chickens continued to not lay eggs and we soon went from an overwhelming plethora of tradable goods to a tiny stock barely able to feed ourselves. Not to mention that my voice had still yet to return making my job at the animal hospital very difficult to perform properly. My manager had to pull me aside and ask when I would be seeing a doctor about. If I could have laughed I would have but instead I was sent home early.

When the third week started of me being continuously mute and down to my last 6 eggs I new something had to be done. But the final motivation was when one of the horses, Cowboy, got sick. Immediately I called one of my vets and began to put my plan into action.

Thankfully the horse that was sick wasn't my horse, Prince. My family use to breed and sell horses for generations and Prince was one of the last horses born there. Prince is also very important to the Buck Moon ritual. As an avid hunter I normally follow all the hunting laws to a T, however for the Buck Moon I can only hunt in the middle of the night on horseback. Prince is the only horse we have trained for hunting so he's my only hope.

The day of the hunt I set everything up. My saddlebags, bow and arrows, along with a few less than normal trinkets. And in the express interest of keeping this long story short, I'm just going to skip ahead to the part where Prince and I return just before dawn with yearling buck being dragged behind us. Maybe I'll get a chance to explain more about it. How finding the deer took all night and the other beasts we saw in those woods, Gas Mask Gary, and how when we finally made it back with an hour to complete the ritual I was covered in blood and exhausted but still I got it done.

Work was not fun that day but luckily my sore throat was better and I had fresh eggs for breakfast. Along with some venison steaks.

I believed that the ritual had worked and soon our fall vegetables would be ready to harvest and everything wouldnbe back to normal.

To my relief, it was. Our vegetables and eggs were taken to market and our horse, Cowboy, was better almost overnight. I could finally talk again and had almost forgotten everything until October 30, the night before Halloween.

Like I said earlier we are renovating the house and one of the last rooms is the Krystal and Ty's bathroom- the master bath. We had ripped out the old vinyl and redoing some of the plumbing which left a small hole in the floor. We had all pretty much gotten ready for bed and Ty and I were outside with our last cigarettes for the day when we heard Krystal scream from the bathroom. We tossed our cigs and both ran toward the bathroom, Ty rapping on the door. "Babe, you alright?" He called thrpugh the door. Inside we could hear quiet the cacophony of noise, like bull in a China shop type deal. When Krystal started yelling again Ty and I burst through the door.

Krystal was armed with broom like a lance 8n one hand and towel like a whip in the other. And emerging out the whole in the floor was a black eyed, foam spitting raccoon. Its little claws dug into the vinyl leaving deep grooves and a horrific coughing, gagging noice emitted from its throat.

"Its rabid!" She yelled and jabbed the broom at it.

I've seen a rabid raccoon before, and so has Krystal, we've both worked those kinds of cases but this raccoon was different. Yes they will try to run up and attack, but it looked different. Like its skin wasn't on right and the sounds it made weren't what I had heard from raccoons- rabid or not.

Finally the little beast pulled itself free from the whole and ran, on its hind legs toward. All three of screamed but Krystal armed with her trusty broom hit it with everything she had and smashed its head into the cabinet.

For a moment the raccoon wobbled a few steps before it fell over, the mishape of its body more pronounced but even more damning was the blood running out its eyes and nose. Thick, black, tar like blood oozed from its head and the smell of rot and shit filled the bathroom.

Ty and Krystal nearly gagged as the smell hit us.

"What the fuck is that?" I head Ty ask as he pulled his shirt over his noes.

"It tried to kill me!" Krstal yelled. "I was trying take a shit and it climped up with its little paws!" She made a hand motion mimicking the raccoon reaching threw the whole. "We patching that whole tonight."

"Why does it smell so bad" Ty asked. "I ain't touching it."

I was oy half listening (well, less so than I normally can) and took the broom from Krystal to poke the thing.

As soon as the bristles touched the body the raccoon jumped back up, making even more gagging noises. I slammed the broom immediately on top of it, screaming again.

I grabbed a glass sitting on the counter and threw it onto the writhing beast. As soon as the water splashed onto its patchy fur a hissing could bebheard and steam rose from its now thrashing body.

"Holy fuck!" They screamed while I simply responded "Thats where I put the Holy water!"

The demonic raccoon was screaming and convulsing on the floor infront of us as the water burned it.

Krystal turned to me. "Why was there holy water in my bathroom?!"

I shrugged. "Divine intervention? But now we know its a raccoon corpse possessed by a demon."

Krystal threw her hands up. "Oh that is wonderful! Demon coon in the house!"

I looked back at Ty. "Can you help me grab my things?"

He just nodded, somewhat dumbfounded. I guess this was his first possessed raccoon.

It only took a few minutes to gather the stuff I would use. However there was one last thing I needed.

"So, I can't really banish it without its name and raccoons don't have vocal cords so I need to put it something that can talk." I looked Krystal in the eyes with a pleading look.

She shook her head. "Oh hell no. We are not doing that. Can't we use my in-laws?"

"Hey!" Ty was not amused. "Why can't we use your family?"

"We're not using anyones family!" I was tired and the circle I had made for the demon wasn't going to hold forever. "Krys, please."

In defeat she sighed and left the room for few minutes. While she was gone I prepped Ty on what was about to occur. I handed him a blessed knife I had and told him "If it leaves the circle, no matter the vessel, stab it hard enough to pin it to the floor." He looked at the long blade and just nodded.

Krystal camd back in with her son's Tickle Me Elmo doll. That thing gave us all the creeps but now it would be put to some good use.

I made second circle with very specific symbols, not dissimilar to the first one that held the Satanic flailing beast and drew a kind of infinity like symbol touching each circle. Krystal placed the Elmo doll in the new circle and I began the ritual.

If you have only seen exorcisms in movies or tv you will think there has to a Bible, screaming, and lots of flailing along with green pea soup.

It's possible all of those things could happen if you are dealing with humans, especially eccentric ones. A raccoon corpse on the other hand, not so much. The only difficult part I have is not knowing the demons name and the time crunch I have on the circles. Once the water dries, I probably won't be able to hold it back. And yes, like I told Krystal I can banish it but it could just pop up right back. And then we could be in a loop trying to constantly send him back and forth back and forth. Instead, I can trap him in a body that doesn't have claws or teeth or rabies. Which is what I did.

The words don't matter so long as you believe them, so long as you give them power. Now that doesn't mean I can just say whatever I want. I have a long monologue I use that took me years to perfect. It's written in few languages most ancient Hebrew and Hellenistic Greek with a bit of Gaelic thrown in for that extra punch. These are the languages that are strongest to me.

Except I have to read them slowly, if I mess up a single syllable I have to start all over. And I have a mild speech impediment. And worse sometimes.

Carefully I pronounce each syllable, its still a race against time and if mispronounce anything I will have to start over.

The smell of rot and shit is getting worse and the demon-raccoon starts convulsing madly. The black blood is still flowing from its head but as it slamns it head and claws at its body the black tar leaves smoldering smudges in the bare floor.

I'm nearing the mid point of the ritual and motion to my roommates to leave the room. Krystal tries to get my attention, to tell me no she is staying there but I pour all my focus into the words I'm spewing. If anything goes wrong, and the demon doesn't go into the proper vessel it could easy posses my friends. And while a simple wooden door won't keep a demon from possessing a host, if there is only one visible option they typically take it.

I hear the soft click of the door behind me. I raise my voice and the raccoon is now actively ripping fur and flesh off itself. The most ear peircing scream emits from its maw of broken teeth, I can see black blood gurgling in the back of ots throat. My stomach almost feels sick but I push on.

I hold up my left hand and draw a second knife along my open palm. I didn't want my roommates to see the self mutilation that is part of this exorcism. I hold my bloody hand above the irate demon. I let the blood drip a new circle around the demon.

The smell of apple blossums, cedarwood, and salt water mixes with the demonic stench from the raccoon. Its enough to be overwhelming and for a brief moment I almost stumble over the final phrase but it comes out well articulated.

The sound of bones snapping fill the room as I watvh the raccoon literally brake in half, part of its spinal column protruding from the stomach. Black blood spew from its mouth, filling the circle.

In the neighboring circle I hear the little voice box of the doll come to life. "Elmo loves you!"

Stupid fucking demons.

I scoop up the now animate doll and hand it to Krystal. "I had one rule!" I yell as I stumble to my room. "No goddamn demons!"

The next day, Halloween, was like any other day. I went to work, did my chores, rode my horse. The new addition of locking Helmo wasn't too offsetting. He still gets out of his case and walks around, rather poorly, but so far he can't do much. Aside annoy us with his flailing and constant prerecorded chatter. "Hehehe. That tickles!"

"No shit, Helmo!"

"Fuck off, Helmo!"

Sometimes, when he is too much, we put him in shoebox. Other times we might even take a stab at him. He doesn't like that.

But the arrival of our wayward demon isn't what upset me. No, what upset the most was what happened Halloween night and the next morning.

As we sat around the bonfire Halloween night in our costumes with our drinks and smokes I glanced up. Through the flames, at the edge of the woods I could see a tall, lean figure in a hoody. The flames reflected off the lenses of the gasmask that covered his face and I felt a cold shutter run down my spine. Gas Mask Gary is the biggest enigma in the town, but his presence always means something strange and possibly dangerous is going to happen.

The next morning when I rose up to care the animals before getting ready for work, I saw something unusual in the extinguished firepit. In the predawn light I walked over closer to inspect it.

A door made of hard carved wood with a plain handle lay unmarked as if raising out the soot and ashes.

Fuck. A Door to Nowhere.

[girl4music]

Hey yo, the ship smush name has two L’s and two T’s

Calli-ope

Juli-ette

CALLI-ETTE

Not Caliete. Not Caliette Not Calliete

CALLIETTE!

Some people have even missed the last T and E when you don’t even spell Juliette that way. For shame. 😤

[dildos-anal]

culos calietes

[hardfcclings]

😇 – a surprise kiss (caliet; if that’s okay? bc i saw ur post saying we could do this?)

that is 100% okay! and i will reiterate for anyone who didn’t see: you can ABSOLUTELY send me memes from characters u do not currently play as long as the character ur sending them to is on this blog :))

💋  send me kisses 💋

Juliet was still a little in awe of the fact that she and Cal were actually a couple. She had liked him for a while now, but it still seemed surprising that they had finally gotten past their insistence that they were just friends. Seeing him in the halls at school still had a certain novelty, striking a chord in her heart that he was her boyfriend now, and not just her friend. She practically skipped up to him when she saw him standing by his locker, grabbing his shoulder to spin him around before pushing up on her toes to kiss him. “Hello, Boyfriend,” she said happily as she pulled away. 

[sunshincdisguise]

# (caliet)

cell phone headcanons | @brokenheartstm

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

Cal 💛

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

probably just the standard ringtone because i don’t think she ever customizes these tbh

- my muse’s last text to your muse

Juliet: my dress is red by the way :)

[adorkemis]

I spent many a cold night in this shack, Prince waiting patiently outside. I don't think it can protect anyone now.

[tupaisdigitalrd]

#Noticias #RepublicaDominicana Video – Desaparece casi por completo el Salto El Limón -Recorriendo con Salvador Poco a poco el Salto El Limón se ha quedado sin agua, es tan así que el mismo ya no es un atractivo turístico. En este recorrido verán como el mismo se ha secado a tal punto que para que se vea un poco de agua han tenido que utilizar tubos de este apreciado liquido para que se pueda ver que el agua esta cayendo. Más de dos mil personas de las comunidades El Limón, Juana Vicenta, Arroyo Chico y Arroyo Surdido en Samaná han perdido su sustento de vida tras ocho meses que lleva el Salto de Limón sin agua, ya que su fuente de ingresos era realizar visitas guiadas hacia la cascada. ¿Tú que opinas? Cuéntalo aquí: #Dimelo #-Caliete. https://www.instagram.com/p/B0pjHU4l_IO/?igshid=1u4v91pfxuofc

[urbanchickresto]

Photo and video dump foodie version 😁❤️🙌🏻🍗🍴 Lucky-- Jason Mraz&Colbie Caliet🎤 #photography #video #photodump #videodump #lucky #love #pasta #soup #potato #food #foodie #foodporn #foodphotography #maginhawastreet #maginhawafoodtrip #maginhawa #quezoncity

[oliver-pugh]

gordas calietes

[hardfcclings]

caliet for the ship meme?

🌹  send me ships! 🌹

Who asks the other on dates: both! Who is the bigger cuddler: juliet Who initiates holding hands more often: juliet Who remembers anniversaries: both Who is more possessive: hmm juliet i think Who gets more jealous: probably juliet Who is more protective: both Who is more likely to cheat: neither Who initiates sexy times the most: i literally do not know  Who dislikes PDA the most: neither Who kills the spider: could go either way?  Who asks the the other to marry them: cal Who buys the other flowers or gifts: both Who would bring up possibly having kids: juliet Who is more nervous to meet the parents: :/ i mean cal by default  Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: cal Who tries to make up first after arguments: probably cal Who tells the other they love them more often: both

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Watch What Happens When This Buzzfeed Journalist Works Out Like Michael B. Jordan To Get Into “Creed II” Shape [Video]

Watch What Happens When This Buzzfeed Journalist Works Out Like Michael B. Jordan To Get Into “Creed II” Shape [Video]

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If you want to look like Adonis Creed yourself…you need only follow this intense workout regimen from celebrity trainer Corey Caliet. We’re sure there’s some pretty intense nutrition to tack onto it too…but look at the insane difference this writer achieved in only 30 days.

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