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I gave them their happiness.


MOKA (by Maria Rondinella)


this is the best thing i’ve ever seen

"There is always something left to love."  - Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via itsfromabook)


I ask my mother if she’s hungry,
she responds,

We are starving for justice
we have been craving it since before our birth
since then, my mother pulled at my umbilical cord and asked that I fight.

I have not been fed yet.
I am still connected to my mother
our metaphysical umbilical cord keeps us both in starvation
I cannot be full until she is,
biology works that way.

She sung me lullabies saying,
“M’ija tienes que luchar,”
She warned me about the men
that’ll come in and out of me
only to prove
that they were powerful enough to make me love them,
but could not love me back.
I did not take her warning seriously.

Love has been disguised as a patriarchal form of feeling

When my father touches my mother’s face
passionately enough,
that she flinches.

When men give themselves the power to touch my best friend
because her skirt said, “I am asking for it,”
and for some reason that mute idea was louder than her screams.

We are starving for justice, they have not fed us.
My school said, I’d be the architect of my education.
I believed them.
but they gave me a brick, instead of a pencil.
I’ve been building my future with bricks on my back,
and the struggles of my parents in the fields, within my heart.

My school said, “I’d be the architect of my education,”
but I still have not been given a pencil.
And instead I’ve become a construction worker,
building my future brick by brick, with little to no acknowledgement.
and my goodness, I am tired.
and even so, I am afraid that my home will crumble.

My mother’s fear has always been
not to have enough money to house us.
but she forgets we come from broken homes.

We are starving for justice,
and they have yet to feed us.

My mother picks the strawberries they love so much
the same people who despise “illegals,”
the same people that say this is their land
with their skewed version of history.

My mother warned me about the people that will pull at my skin,
hard enough to remove the brown on me.
She warned me about the hunger I would feel,
she apologized for this.
This is not her doing,
she is not to blame.

We are starving,
but we will not stop fighting
until we are fed the justice that we deserve.

One day,
my mother will receive a plate
large enough to fill the wounds
that she’s been left with.

"  - Starving // I performed this for my mother (via mariposa-reina)


Miley Cyrus is getting fined for 2k for illegal use of the Mexican flag stay in your fucking lane bitch



just bc someone has low self esteem or has depression doesnt mean theyre not fucking disgusting and manipulative and i keep having to learn this lesson over and over

If someone uses their mental illnesses as an excuse to hurt you without apologizing you get the fuck out of there. My abuser would use it as an excuse and make me feel guilty for my hurt feelings because it wasn’t his fault he was cruel to me.

I may be wrong, I may be very wrong. Because sometimes, the way he looks at me? That sweet boy from the beach, man of my dreams, father of my child? I catch him looking at me with those watchful eyes, the eyes of an insect, pure calculation, and I think: This man might kill me. - Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn