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Patricia. 22. Los Angeles. this blog consists of gwateber i like. ♥ ride or die ♥

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We’re so erased. …If you’re a person of color, if you’re a woman, if you’re from a poor family, if you’re from a rural family, if you’re from a family who worked like dogs and never got any respect or a share of the profits - you know that 99 percent of your stories ain’t been told. In any fucking medium.

And yet we still have to be taught to look, and to tell our stories. …Despite the utter absence of us, it’s still an internal revolution to say wait a minute, we are not only worthy of great art, but the source of great art.
~Junot Diaz, in conversation with the New Yorker’s Hilton Als at The Strand, NYC 04-12-13 (via 100newfears)
Mexicana nací, mexicana moriré y si vuelvo a nacer mexicana quiero ser.
~Peroqueromantica. (via peroqueromantica)
A romantic she was, but not a pendeja
~The Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Diaz (via herekitty)
"How are you so confident?" "I’m an asshole!" Okay? It’s my good time, and my good life, despite what you think of me. I live my life, because I dare. I dare to show up when everyone else might hide their faces and hide their bodies in shame. I show up because I’m an asshole, and I want to have a good time. And my mother and my father love me. They wanted the best life for me, and they didn’t know how to verbalize it. And I get it. I really do. They were better parents to me than they had themselves. I’m grateful to them, and to my fifth grade class, because if they hadn’t made me cry, I wouldn’t be able to cry on cue now. If I hadn’t been told I was garbage, I wouldn’t have learned how to show people I’m talented. And if everyone had always laughed at my jokes, I wouldn’t have figured out how to be so funny. If they hadn’t told me I was ugly, I never would have searched for my beauty. And if they hadn’t tried to break me down, I wouldn’t know that I’m unbreakable.
~Gabourey Sidibe’s Ms Gala speech is EVERYTHING! (via blackgirlstalking)
I am mine.
before I am ever anyone else’s.
~in, nayyirah waheed (via saintofsass)
We met for a reason,
either you’re a blessing
or a lesson.
~Frank Ocean  (via goldenspine)
Quiero ser tuya. Only yours. Only you.
Quiero amarte. Atarte. Amarrarte.
Love the way a Mexican woman loves. Let
me show you. Love the only way I know how.
~Sandra Cisneros, Loose Woman (via shakeyourkittymeow)
Relationship advice: Find someone who accepts you for the lazy piece of shit you are.
~(via breathedream1d)
When she thinks to herself in her father’s language, she knows sons and daughters don’t leave their parents’ house until they marry. When she thinks in English, she knows she should’ve been on her own since eighteen.
~ Sandra Cisneros (The House on Mango Street)
We’re so erased. …If you’re a person of color, if you’re a woman, if you’re from a poor family, if you’re from a rural family, if you’re from a family who worked like dogs and never got any respect or a share of the profits - you know that 99 percent of your stories ain’t been told. In any fucking medium.

And yet we still have to be taught to look, and to tell our stories. …Despite the utter absence of us, it’s still an internal revolution to say wait a minute, we are not only worthy of great art, but the source of great art.
~Junot Diaz, in conversation with the New Yorker’s Hilton Als at The Strand, NYC 04-12-13 [x] (via pasunepomme)
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