do u ever wonder if people wonder about you? like maybe they saw something today that reminded them of u. or they heard ur name , or they just really miss u or ur voice. i just wonder who wonders about me
(via bottled-up-emotionss)
My dad wakes up at 5am every single day, works until 3pm and then goes to his second job which goes from 4pm to 9pm. My mom wakes up at 4am and works until 4pm, then has to commute two hours two get home and still cook dinner. They work tireless jobs in blistering cold to cut chicken for restaurants. These jobs that they apparently “stole” from Americans. I would love to see one of those people claiming this outside working the fields in the blistering heat. I would love to see one of them working in the cold with my parents.
I have never been prouder to call myself a daughter of immigrants. I am a Latina and I am proud of my parents who have given up their livelihood to provide a better life for myself.
Today the US not only showed their implicit approval for sexual assault, they also showed the racism that is hidden underneath every institution, law, interaction, and place.
And I will still stand tall and show everyone that I am not afraid of them. I refuse to stand in fear and cower behind the mess that Trump will create.
I don’t wanna get involved in the drama I just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened
(via wild-w0rld)
Deep conversations with someone who understands you is everything.
(via a-pollos)
my favorite thing is when people remember little things I told them. like seriously? you actually listened to me? thank you
(via a-pollos)
