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Bonitos sus ojos cafés.
(via loves-stay-strong)
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you are so important to me, you might not realize it but when i see you its like im looking at the universe
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When you love someone, its never over. You move on, because you have to but you take them with you in your heart.
Elizabeth Chandler, Kissed by an Angel (via thegoodvybe)
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checking in
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That was beautiful
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Unbiased journalism is not pretending both sides are equally valid. Unbiased journalism is reporting the facts even if those facts include that one side is irredeemably awful. False neutrality is propaganda.
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And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.
Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via simply-quotes)
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she swallows stars one by one to reteach herself how to glow.
BEAUTIFUL TRAGEDY | note to self #8 | paperharbors (via artemiseia)
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“Hey man, take my picture!”
“I can’t do it. It’s too dark.”
“Yeah, we need some light. Let’s go over there.”
“Are you homeless?”
“Yes, I am.”
“How long have you been homeless?”
“15 years. I’ve been in Boston 8 months. Before that I was in Washington, Virginia, New York, Philadelphia, Louisiana, Florida…”
“Why didn’t you stay in Florida? It’s so much warmer.”
“I wanted to see my family. But they don’t want to see me. They don’t understand depression. They treat me like dirt. Homeless people treat me better than my family.”
“And what happened 15 years ago? How did you end up on the streets?”
“I tried to burn myself twice. I had 30 surgeries. I was dead two times, but God brought me back. I don’t know why.”
“And why did you do it?”
“I was depressed. Why you crying?”
“Because you are a beautiful person, and my family is really messed up, and I’ve been very depressed. I think I can understand you.”
“Yes, I am a good person. And when you take people’s pictures, don’t disrespect them.”
“No, man, I won’t. I like people. That’s why I take their pictures.”
“And when you make your portfolio, don’t denigrate people. Let the pictures speak for themselves.”
“I will. Are you safe on the streets?”
“Yes, I am…And now I have $8 to buy me some food.”
“That’s all I have. Next time I see you, I will give you more.”
“No, man. It ain’t all about money. Give me a hug. And next time you see me, give me a hug again. And thanks for taking my picture.”
One of my favorite posts.
Reblogging for all the Black folks dealing with depression and mental illness. We have so little understanding and tolerance for it as a community. It can be very hard living as a depressed person in a community that doesn’t believe it exists.
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omg :/ ..
bumbarbie
1. Tries not to cry 2. Cries
I think about him a lot.
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When a toxic person can no longer control you, they will try to control how others see you. The misinformation will feel unfair - but stay above it, trusting that other people will eventually see the truth. Just like you did.
Jill Blakeway (via invelvetcasing)
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Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear
Haruki Murakami (via perrfectly)
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Break often - not like porcelain, but like waves.
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Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.
Nora Ephron (via wordsnquotes)
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Don’t trust what you see, even salt looks like sugar.
Facts (via asvpfrenchie)
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Sometimes I wish I didn't get involved with some people, should've just left the shit at hello and kept it moving
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Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.
Mandy Hale (via goodreadss) @lunaoscuraa (via poutyprincesa)
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concept: glitter as highlighter
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You wish you could’ve learned to play piano. You wish you could’ve started drawing when you were young. You wish you could’ve figured out who you wanted to be before you graduated college. You wish you could’ve learned to love yourself sooner. Well you know what? You didn’t. And that’s just something you’re going to have to learn to deal with. But just because you didn’t do it sooner, doesn’t mean you can’t start now.
Daren Colbert, Life Decisions (via claudemonet-art)
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I have never met any kind of Latino who, although he may have claimed his family was very woman-dominated (“mi mamá made all the real decisions”), who did not subscribe to the basic belief that men are better. It is so ordinary a statement as to sound simplistic and I am nearly embarrassed to write it, but that’s the truth in its kernel. Ask, for example, any Chicana mother about her children and she is quick to tell you she loves them all the same, but she doesn’t. The boys are different. Sometimes I sense that she feels this way because she wants to believe that through her mothering, she can develop the kind of man she would have liked to have married, or even have been. That through her son she can get a small taste of male privilege, since without race or class privilege that is all to be had. The daughter can never offer the mother such hope, straddled by the same forces that confine the mother. As a result, the daughter must constantly earn the mother’s love, prove her fidelity to her. The son - he gets her love for free.
Cherríe Moraga
I remember the first time I read something Moraga had written and it really affected me, but this was the first time I read something so impactful, true and close to home that it made me cry.
(via telepathic-affair)
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you can redefine yourself every day, every hour, every minute, with every breath. you are not defined by your past. you are allowed to be whoever you want to be in this moment.