21 year old female bullshitting through her days in Michigan. Likes dogs, one direction, and warm weather.
9 times out of 10 I don't like telling the internet about my personal life, so enjoy tunes I like and some pics of a frog boy. xx
Sunshine

crossedoutkim:

You say that you’ve got a headache and it won’t go away
But I’m part of that problem and you want me to stay
And I can’t say I blame you cause I’ve been one in the same
Since the day that I met you and my head also aches

And I’ve been extra careful with the words that I say 
Cause I’ve been acting reckless in my restless days
I’m a ball of emotion, you’re a half open book
And I can’t read a thing so it’s not looking good
But it can

You breathe so they can.

la-xingada:

paperdemons:

killershot:

Dear Women,
This halloween please say no to these costumes please just say no they are fucking insulting and Dia de los Muertos is NOT HALLOWEEN I REPEAT NOT HALLOWEEN THIS IS NOT A COSTUME PLEASE STOP TREATING IT LIKE ONE
Thank you

TO ALL THE PEOPLE GETTING FUCKED OFF AT MY POST. THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I MADE IT. FOR YOUR PINCHE GUERO PENDEJX ASSES. “WE DO IT OUT OF RESPECT,” MY ASS.

this hurts.

this is capitalism ripping through my memories i hold so sacred. Memories of walking through the streets of Chapala after school with my grandmother, and the smell of plants for the preparation of the big event. Memories of memories of memories

This is capitalism and white supremacy destroying, erasing and making new… something that has connected me with my elderes and ancestors,

This is whiteness telling me my body, our gente is unwanted, dehumanized and conditioned to death but at the same time extracting a part of my identity and wearing it as a mask.

This is a mask made of our dead and torn bodies… this is literally a mask made out of ripped bloody flesh. The flesh of migrants who die every year trying to cross.. the flesh of people who become criminalized and confined behind bars. The bloody flesh of torn bodies from years of exploitation in sweat shops, fruit and vegetable fields, dish washers.. domestic workers… 

this is our flesh ripped out cleaned, pampered and styled to fit a white face.

4 days ago (26994) via pattyyann

"Mad was the last kid I saw and he was asleep. He was 3 months old and they put him in my arms and he stayed asleep and they put him in the bath and he stayed asleep and I thought he was narcoleptic or something. Then he opened his eyes and just stared at me for the longest time and I just stared at him and I started crying and he smiled. And it wasn’t that he smiled that he liked me, it was just that I hadn’t held children in my life and I was always considered so dark and I always had so many things that made me feel like maybe I shouldn’t be somebody’s mom because certainly the world has an opinion of me and I’m not so sure about myself and am I gonna be the best mom? So the fact that this little kid seemed at ease gave me the courage to feel like I could make him happy. And so we became a family right then." — Angelina Jolie

misguided-innocence:

body comparative

natgeofound:

An amateur orchid grower works in the window of his greenhouse in Silver Spring, Maryland, April 1971.Photograph by Gordon Gahan, National Geographic

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