#cultiva

[rafaelmartinez67]

"Como cualquier otra virtud, la amistad se adquiere y se cultiva con esfuerzo personal; ha de entenderse más como una conquista del individuo que como un don de la naturaleza".

Héctor Zagal

[teatro-magico-solo-para-locos]

El amor se cultiva día a día...

@teatro-magico-solo-para-locos

Católico

[droopes]

[xlsus]

❤️👉🏼¡Vos podés!❤️ . . #pazinterior #pazinterior🙏 #pazinterior🍃 #cultiva #cultivar #calma #equilibrio #equilíbrio #equilibrioemocional #equilíbrioemocional . . #repost 🙏🏼 @frases_yag (at Livermore, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpTwlHMLR_C/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[munozmarcel]

[sentidoysensibilidad]

🌿La felicidad no está al lado de alguien, está dentro de ti. No depende de quien te acompaña, sino de cómo caminas por la vida. Es un acto de amor propio, de abrazar tus luces y sombras, de encontrar paz en tu propia compañía.

Es bonito compartir momentos con otros, pero nunca permitas que tu alegría dependa de alguien más. Cultiva tu felicidad desde adentro, porque lo que nace en ti es indestructible. Y cuando estés en paz contigo mismo, descubrirás que el amor y las conexiones verdaderas fluyen de forma natural.

𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒏𝑹𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒐𝒏

[desertoparticular]

Facebook: Arinan Vaz

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

Luego añadiré el link 🔗 a la entrevista pero brutal,,, yo tambn pongo un poco en entredicho la teoría de darwin,, hay huecos en la historia y cosas q no me acaban de cuadrar 💯

El ignorante medio cuando eres espiritual y tienes mucha formación/inteligencia:

Soy muy preguntona y creo que se lo preguntaré a algún amigo biólogo ((ellos estudian mas a fondo este tema en principio, nosotros hacemos bioquímica micro o bio molecular y bio humana pero es que hay cosas q estudias y NO cuadran)

[pomar-e-horta-sustentaveis]

Como Cultivar Girassóis: guia completo para flores vibrantes

Os girassóis são flores exuberantes que encantam com sua beleza e vibrância. Além de serem decorativos, são ótimos para atrair polinizadores e até mesmo para produzir sementes comestíveis. Cultivar girassóis é mais fácil do que parece! Com este guia, você aprenderá todo o processo, desde o plantio até a colheita. Escolhendo a variedade de girassol Existem várias variedades de girassóis, e…

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[themaniacgarage]

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[rorja]

tw. mention of blood and scars, change of pov. not proofread.

gladiator!suguru geto is a sight to behold in the arena. he wielded his weapons with hunger and a controlled fury that he cultivated each day. as long as a life was lost in the magnificent, arched walls of the colosseum, he would never stop. because gladiator!suguru didn't fight for the freedom the emperor could grant him— no, he did so to avenge all the people he called family between the shared dirty corners of that imprisonment.

gladiator!suguru doesn't belong in the arena, and it's a thought that has been plaguing your mind ever since you attended his first game. you can clearly picture it, with the finest silks and gold ornaments on his arms; where a spatha would lose all the meanings men would sang about, belonging less and less to his hands than any scroll would, even in such moments where human emotions prevailed over his reason.

and yet, gladiator!suguru seems to lead a dance only he can hear the sweet sound of. his opponents are quick, strong, muscles all flexed but it's noticeable how they lack in wits. and so, his weapon becomes a melodious lyre telling the gut wrenching tales of all those who got lost in front of his eyes. tales of far away lands he fervently wishes to return to. not under the scorching sun that favors the capital, not the endlessly thundering of his name every time his feet blessed the sand of the colosseum— but the home he was forced to leave behind.

but a starved one could not quell its ceaseless hunger for revenge, for he was no god. and so, how much longer could he last before meeting his ultimate defeat? the silent worry clinging to your question found its answer in the gladius of his enemy. the cheering abruptly ended when gladiator!suguru got brought down to his knees, the blade of his opponent sinking deeper in his thigh. you were quick to react, standing up like the many men and women gasping and praying on the benches made out stone. and your heart sunk perhaps lower than that blade as your eyes eventually caught only a glimpse of that fury residing deep in the gladiator's chest.

it was a blur. you really had no memories of how you happened to be walking the deserted hallways where the gladiators jails were dig in hard stone, with water leaking through the cracks after the twentieth spectacle still going that week. but as hilarious as it could get, you knew each turn of that nearest hell like it was engraved in the palm of your hand. gladiator!suguru's jail came into view soon after and you felt your heart leap in your ribcage. of the wound suffered a week ago, only a scar was what remained. adorning his thigh with yet another triumph.

his muscles stiffened, sweat and dried blood carefully washed away by the cloth held tightly in your hand. a shiver found path from his exposed neckline to the bare signs of survival on his back and beyond. gladiator!suguru knew the effect he had on you, he could sense it amidst the religious silence that accompanied your gentle actions: how your fingers occasionally trembled when touching his skin by mistake, how your eyes lingered on him when you thought he was not looking, how your cheeks would grow red when damping the cloth on the provided basin. he wondered.

how long until your absence got noticed? you were a noble man's precious daughter after all, yet to be married and with a future as one of rome's well-known domina. often gladiator!suguru had wondered why. why would you get down the prisons he was held in like a rabid dog and waste your time on him? and at the very beginning he was tense and wary, wondering if you sought nothing else than a sick, twisted sense of entertainment in treating him this way. but your emotions were sincere, he quickly discovered, and your care honest unlike the men that mended his broken skin just to throw him to that hell once again.

gladiator!suguru was a sight to behold in the arena. he wielded his weapons with hunger and a controlled fury that he cultivated each day. and yet there were moments where his fury would subdue, the screams in his head becoming whispers easier to silence. your hands were a balm over the many burning scars adorning his vulnerable skin, and for a second he felt something akin to relief in seeing his hands clean from the blood he had to spill. you kneeled in front of him once again, his eyes now following closely every movement, unmoving, even when you wasted your kisses on his brightly reddened knuckles.

"you did good" another kiss, "you made me proud once again".