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Serbian traditional clothing: headwear
Different kinds of traditional Serbian head-gear (oglavja) worn by the bride after the wedding.
Regions:
Gruža, Ibarski kolašin, Zrenjanin
Pčinja, Mrkonjić grad, Vršac
Peć, Teslić, Imljani
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To all the parents out there who bundle their babies up in the winter time with those little hats with the little ears that make them look like little teddy bears: You are doing the lord’s work. Seeing tiny ewoks toddle across the grocery store parking lot is just what we all need sometimes. My joy is immeasurable and my day is restored.
see? this is all i ever wanted for you, bestie. for both of us.
Anyone want help to buy some essential groceries ? https://www.paypal.me/janeyyre
Guys even 10$ can help alot. 💖
Its an emergency 🙏🏼 please reblog
update 14th december : please signal boost
Hello guys, In the last three days I’ve received 10$ and
I know that it’s a difficult times for many people. Please if you can’t donate and it’s totally fine please reblog. Thank you for your support for me and my family. 🙏🏼💗
16th February
I really need your support, for now I don’t have a job rn and it’s tough financially. If you don’t know I have to support alone my young siblings since last years. I didn’t pay electricity bills neither I can’t do groceries rn. I ’m in panic and feel really bad to ask for help but I can do it alone. My mental health is not good unfortunately.
Any help is welcome, please signal boost its an emergency 💛🙏
I just want to do some groceries and pay electricity bills( 75$) before it get cut. I just want to do some groceries and pay electricity bills( 75$) before it get cut.
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Anonymous asked:
why are you thirsting after a middle aged man lol
you’re going in the soup
congrats lil buddy that’s the worst anyone’s ever done it
“The anger was vast and it came out of nowhere. It was the rage of something not fitting; the frustration of trying to put something in a box that is slightly too small. You try moving the shape around in the hope that some angle will make it fit in the box. Slowly comes an apprehension that this might not, after all, be possible. And finally you know it won’t fit, know there is no way it can fit, but this doesn’t stop you using brute force to try to crush it in, punishing the bloody thing for not fitting properly. That was what it was like: but I was the box, I was the thing that didn’t fit, and I was the person smashing it, over and over again, with bruised and bleeding hands.”
H is for Hawk, Helen Macdonald












