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[vitalsteel1]

Akshaya Tritiya

Akshaya Tritiya is a Hindu festival celebrated on the third lunar day of Vaishakha. It's considered highly auspicious for starting new ventures and investments, as it's believed that any endeavor begun on this day brings everlasting prosperity and good fortune.

[ffs-carafaye]

                                                  ❝can’t say i’m thrilled to be back                                                           here but hey the booze is                                                   decent and i suppose you can call                                                                this place HOME.❞

[justpreacher-blog]

           Atticus was startled to hear anyone entering the church — particularly after such a bad service. His hangover cure had failed him.

                    “ Sorry, ” he said, looking up from his podium.                               “ Service ended a few minutes ago. ”

[alanabrook-blog1]

             “ You came to me for my help.             I am sorry about the cost but             I cannot fix a DEAD battery, I             can only replace it. ”

[elissahcrt]

         “you alright?” her tone was gentle, soft and worried as concern etched itself into dainty features. elissa reached up, placing a small hand on their shoulder with a tender touch.

                              “don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not lookin’ too hot.”

[blcodxhoney]

         small gasps and coughs were heard as tires screeched against the dirt road, blowing dust clouds everywhere. the protests fell on deaf ears as hunter paid no mind to those she had purposely covered in dirt. exiting her car, she eyed the person she had taken the last parking spot from, ❝ Oops. looks like you were too slow. ❞ giving the poor soul a smirk, hunter waltzed on by.

[carcosuhh]

     “you’re fuckin’ with me, right?” carcosa’s tone was laced with astonishment, standing there with wide eyes and arched brows. she hurriedly flipped through a bin of records, fingers moving a mile a minute until she found the vinyl she desired.

        “you can’t honestly tell me you’ve never heard of cinderella.” she said, displaying the album proudly. “night songs is easily one’a the best records to come outta the eighties.”

[vviildcard-blog]

          “ Cops ain’t crooked. ”

                    Stella teased.

         “ What kinda town would we be if the cops were crooked?                  More fun, prob'ly. Goes to show. Cops ain’t crooked.         Not in borin’ ol’ Bumfuck. Rest of us, now, I ain’t so sure. ”

[rubydelgahdo-blog]

                          “you speak of rocket science like sending something into the sky is hard,” she mused, her expression as uninterested as her tone. ruby’s          eyes were vacant as she sat at the diner’s counter, swirling the melting                         chocolate milkshake absentmindedly. 

[romejohn-princerj]

Every New Year gives you the perfect chance to start something new and fresh. So do your bit this year and make the world a better place for yourself and others. Happy New Year ! Thank you for being part of my wonderful 2017.. may we share more awesome memories this 2018 ! God bless us all... Have a fruitful New year ! #Welcome2018 #NewBeginning #NewYearsEve #BlessedStart

[bettieloucooper-blog]

Liz stared out into the bayou, watching the water ripple and dragonflies flit from one plant to another, never lingering for too long. Probably because of the gators. Ever since she was a girl she had wondered which part of the bayou had claimed her mom, if the water filled up lungs before the gators sunk their teeth into her flesh, or if she had been fully conscious for that. Maybe she had been dead before her body even hit the water. Liz hoped that whatever the method was, it had been quick.

The cops still called her mom’s case a missing persons, but Liz knew better. Her mom was dead, and if she hadn’t died in the bayou she was rotting somewhere else, her bones decayed and well-hidden. It wasn’t the kind of death she deserved. Really, Liz felt that her mom deserved immortality, to be able to live on and on while her piece-of-shit husband drunk himself to the grave. But failing that, a peaceful death was what her mom should’ve gotten. The kind that would gently take you in your sleep.

She gripped the necklace and exhaled through her nose, blinking as tears made their way down her face. But her grief was quickly replaced with annoyance when she heard footsteps and she quickly wiped her tears away, because God for-fucking-bid anyone in this town saw her weeping and weak. “Fuck off.” She said testily. “I’m not in the mood.”

[galawelap]

@thembiseete_ - #mood .. Just done my very first #radioshow 😳, #WhatAwow feeling .. @massivmetro #thembitakeover #jampaswithzola #seriouslyceleste 5 hour drive show .. We are Live #massivmetro.com 📡🎙📲👊🏾 #Blessedstart #grateful #happy #inspired .. Thank you so much for the Love ❤️💐 flying like a bird 🕊🕊🕊🕊 dancing in the air 💃🏾 (at Galawela House Richards Bay)

[realmadridfamily]

“Starting 2019 ✨ HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎊” - Marcelo

“Happy 2019 #BlessedStart 🎈🎉✨🥂” - Clarice

[alanabrook-blog1]

The middle of nowhere was a HARD place to run a business for a         young Israeli woman with a             foreign accent and an                      accidental affiliation to a biker gang ( with a history of racism ).

        It was harder s t i l l when she spent more time being underestimated than being paid for her work. People — generally MEN — walked into the shop with “different expectations” and quizzed her on her knowledge and abilities, asked to “inspect” her work. Worst of all were the ones who spent more time telling her about her LOOKS than their CAR, or asking her with snide or coy voices about where she was from and whether or not she was legal.

        Such was the consequence of settling herself in Bumfuck.

        But no consequence entitled anyone, not even her most valued customers, to touch her bike without permission. She snatched the intruder’s wrist when their fingers were barely a foot above the seat. 

                       “Please,” Alana said slowly, “don’t touch that.”