ab hoc et ab hac

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Assinado eu[Estúdio Showlivre] - Tiê from Sweet Jardim

queridacathy:

“E concluo: a gente segue a direção
 Que o nosso próprio coração mandar,
 E foi pra lá, e foi pra lá.” 

                                                          Assinado Eu - Tiê <3


vurtual:

Puffy patterns of mammatus cloudsOut of all the cloud types, only one kind derives from the Latin term for “udder”: Mammatus clouds. And when you see them, this meteorological name makes a whole lot of sense. They billow downwards in a pattern of distinctive lumpiness that peg them as fascinating subjects to photograph. Keep tuned in to weather reports for thunderstorms, because these puffy clouds usually indicate intense storms to come and you might find a rare opportunity to capture them.
Photos from Stormlover87, Jon Wisniewski, finepixtrix, Rodtas, and Alexander Photography.
vurtual:

Puffy patterns of mammatus cloudsOut of all the cloud types, only one kind derives from the Latin term for “udder”: Mammatus clouds. And when you see them, this meteorological name makes a whole lot of sense. They billow downwards in a pattern of distinctive lumpiness that peg them as fascinating subjects to photograph. Keep tuned in to weather reports for thunderstorms, because these puffy clouds usually indicate intense storms to come and you might find a rare opportunity to capture them.
Photos from Stormlover87, Jon Wisniewski, finepixtrix, Rodtas, and Alexander Photography.
vurtual:

Puffy patterns of mammatus cloudsOut of all the cloud types, only one kind derives from the Latin term for “udder”: Mammatus clouds. And when you see them, this meteorological name makes a whole lot of sense. They billow downwards in a pattern of distinctive lumpiness that peg them as fascinating subjects to photograph. Keep tuned in to weather reports for thunderstorms, because these puffy clouds usually indicate intense storms to come and you might find a rare opportunity to capture them.
Photos from Stormlover87, Jon Wisniewski, finepixtrix, Rodtas, and Alexander Photography.
vurtual:

Puffy patterns of mammatus cloudsOut of all the cloud types, only one kind derives from the Latin term for “udder”: Mammatus clouds. And when you see them, this meteorological name makes a whole lot of sense. They billow downwards in a pattern of distinctive lumpiness that peg them as fascinating subjects to photograph. Keep tuned in to weather reports for thunderstorms, because these puffy clouds usually indicate intense storms to come and you might find a rare opportunity to capture them.
Photos from Stormlover87, Jon Wisniewski, finepixtrix, Rodtas, and Alexander Photography.
vurtual:

Puffy patterns of mammatus cloudsOut of all the cloud types, only one kind derives from the Latin term for “udder”: Mammatus clouds. And when you see them, this meteorological name makes a whole lot of sense. They billow downwards in a pattern of distinctive lumpiness that peg them as fascinating subjects to photograph. Keep tuned in to weather reports for thunderstorms, because these puffy clouds usually indicate intense storms to come and you might find a rare opportunity to capture them.
Photos from Stormlover87, Jon Wisniewski, finepixtrix, Rodtas, and Alexander Photography.

vurtual:

Puffy patterns of mammatus clouds

Out of all the cloud types, only one kind derives from the Latin term for “udder”: Mammatus clouds. And when you see them, this meteorological name makes a whole lot of sense. They billow downwards in a pattern of distinctive lumpiness that peg them as fascinating subjects to photograph. Keep tuned in to weather reports for thunderstorms, because these puffy clouds usually indicate intense storms to come and you might find a rare opportunity to capture them.

Photos from Stormlover87, Jon Wisniewski, finepixtrix, Rodtas, and Alexander Photography.


Alan Rickman - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun - Alan Rickman from Shakespeare Sonnet 130

theantidote:

Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks; 

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare. 

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