freepancakesforlife:

unforgivingplace:

heartsunite:

letter-experiment:

Largest amount of swag I have ever witnessed

omg

cartoons back in the day were wild

a metaphor
givemeinternet:

A strong independent dog who don’t need no man
nydiacapitana:

So this poem is in no way a proclamation that I’m proud to only speak English. I wish I could speak Spanish fluently and it’s something I’m working at. But instead, this poem is more of a “fuck you” to anyone that thinks my inability to speak Spanish lessens or invalidates my cultural identity as a Latina.
withlookingglassties:

Selena Quintanilla 1992

I know I’m probably just being paranoid, but I’m pretty sure I’ve looked into the eyes of the man that is going to eventually murder me.

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That feeling when you lose your best friend is one of the worst; one I’m too familiar with.

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