“We were pretty poor back in Mexico. My parents were divorced. Mom did the best she could. She was always a hustler. She’d sell jewelry, or food, or anything that she could. But a lot of nights there still wouldn’t be enough to eat. We’d survive on tortillas and salt. I was only eight when we came to America. So I was too young to understand. I think my mom thought she could make some money and bring us home. She thought she’d learn English, and maybe start a business. But it was so much harder than she expected. We moved so much looking for work. She’s fifty and she still cleans houses every day. Every year she gets more worn down. She’s been getting sick a lot lately. But she can’t afford to stop. She never will. Right now I’m in school. I always thought I had to be the best student because I’m undocumented. I thought I’d go to law school, or graduate school. But now I’m not so sure. My mom would literally destroy her body to make that happen for me. How could I allow that to happen? I’m a Dreamer. And everyone loves the Dreamers because we’re a perfect package to sell. But why am I the only one who gets the chance to feel safe? Whenever I hear ‘I stand with Dreamers,’ I always think about my mom. I’m not willing to throw her under the bus. I’m not willing to be a bargaining chip to make her seem like a criminal. Everything people admire about Dreamers is because of our parents.”

Imagine being like this

Imagine being so butthurt over anything remotely anime that you start screeching at corporate accounts over it

please tell me im not the only who found roxannes hyper-humanoid design jarring in comparison to well…..goofy&co

seriously what was wrong with having a more cartoony design like stacey’s?

y’all ever wonder why half the beauty/cosmetics industry is geared towards anti-aging but they market almost none of it to men. i’ve never seen an ad for wrinkle cream for men, or age spot corrector for men, or youth serum for men, or crows feet treatment for men, like why are they allowed to age in peace but women aren’t. why can’t I just get fuckin old without every corner of every drugstore telling me it’s bad

anonymous asked:

did all those songs really play in baby driver? was there any time left for fucking dialogue?

all the dialogue was like this:
baby: im B a b y babey…. my moms dead
everyone else: oh my god he’s a fucking idiot. fucking ipod dickhead
the girl: Ohh hoo
frank underwood: Drive the car
baby: silence but he drives the car anyways