Words. To. Live. By.
I have my mother’s
and none of
and I have my father’s
of his selfishness
I am a latina
I am do not exist to cook, clean and fuck
I am not a thing that spits out words in spanish when you put coins in me
My anger is legitimate, not another thing for you to be turned on by
I am capable of coming in different sizes and colors, do not assume i am not a latina based on my appearance
Not your Gloria from modern family, not your devious maid, not your spicy señorita
Not “spanish”, not “hispanic”
I am me, a human, so treat me as one
naked swims with my sweet friend
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
— Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury