I like authenticity, spooky shit, fashion, and skate adventures.
“…feelings like disappointment, embarrassment, irritation, resentment, anger, jealousy, and fear, instead of being bad news, are actually very clear moments that teach us where it is that we’re holding back. They teach us to perk up and lean in when we feel we’d rather collapse and back away. They’re like messengers that show us, with terrifying clarity, exactly where we’re stuck. This very moment is the perfect teacher, and, lucky for us, it’s with us wherever we are.”
– Pema Chödrön, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times (via purplebuddhaproject)
I don’t even feel as though I have an inner Latino and I have Cuban blood and speak Spanish
White people really be pushing the shits and other white people be like OH YEAH IM CELEBRATING HISPANIC HERITAGE MONTH BY SOMEHOW HAVING LATINO INSIDE MEEEE BUT NOT ACTUALLY EDUCATING MYSELF ON THE FUCKED UP HISTORY OF INDIGENOUS LATIN@S (I feel like there is a specific word for that and it’s not coming to me) IN AMERICA OKAY
Them shits don’t even look like they taste accurate. Like, it’s just for a white persob to go “ooooooo, I’m being so exotic. I like extra mild salsa and tacquitos”
The thing about horror movie situations is imma do my best to help you but if we running and you fallin or we hidin and you whimperin and sobbin, that’s it! I can’t do nothing else for you! You have made the choice to be a damsel in distress and boo this ain’t Camelot I have 0 time to die
This is me. This is the shape that let others recognize me as myself. It is my symbol for myself. This is, this is, and this is as well. Representations. Everything is merely a description, not the real myself. Everything is simply a shape, a form, an identifier to let others recognize me as me.