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Sep 22, 2014 / 374 notes
I guess our parents stayed together simply because they didnt have 7000 other people following them or liking their pictures at their disposal when their marriage or relationship got hard. Nowadays when our relationship hits the rocks we can just log in and get high of this false sense of security and appreciation.
We value our worth based on comments and inbox messages filled with colourful words that have no depth. Meanwhile, the person who loves you when there is no filter on your face becomes an option and the rest of the world who just sees your representative becomes priority. Don’t lose what is real chasing behind what only appears to be.
Hazal Sandra  (via im-so-fan-cy)

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chupacabron:

you can be sad all the time and still keep it g

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Sep 22, 2014 / 6,330 notes

casualblessings:

May you find relief from the bad memories of your past that make you feel unworthy

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Sep 22, 2014 / 1,698 notes

How Bizarre

Oooooh baby

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diemondcutter:

Selena Y Los Dinos - Baila Esta Cumbia

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burleskateer:

Shirley Hayes            aka. "The Pussy Cat Girl"
As featured in the vintage 'Burlesque Historical Company' postcard series..
Sep 22, 2014 / 1,001 notes

burleskateer:

Shirley Hayes            aka. "The Pussy Cat Girl"

As featured in the vintage 'Burlesque Historical Company' postcard series..

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Sep 22, 2014 / 48,398 notes
That’s how we are, we mexicanas, puro coraje y pasion. That’s what we’re made of…that’s us. We love like we hate. Backward and forward, past, present, and future. With our heart and soul and our tripas, too
Caramelo, Sandra Cisneros (via chicanafem)
Sep 22, 2014 / 2,113 notes

Make love to me in Spanish.
Not with that other tongue.
I want you juntito a mi,
tender like the language
crooned to babies.
I want to be that
lullabied, mi bien
querido, that loved.


I want you inside
the mouth of my heart,
inside the harp of my wrists,
the sweet meat of the mango,
in the gold that dangles
from my ears and neck.


Say my name. Say it.
The way it’s supposed to be said.
I want to know that I knew you
even before I knew you.

Dulzura - Sandra Cisneros (via mentalexotica)
Sep 22, 2014 / 3,115 notes
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Alright someone’s talking mad shit cos I sneezed 5 times lol

Sep 22, 2014 / 2,161 notes

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zombiesenelghetto:

Dead Boys, Search and Destroy Zine #4, 1977
Sep 22, 2014 / 624 notes