Stop calling ISIS the Islamic State.
You guys will go upon lengths and jump hoops to deny that the KKK are a Christian influenced group but won’t blink to say Muslim and terrorist in the same sentence.
The language you use matters.
hey i’d like to daze away to a
place no one has known
in a state of mind i could call mine
that only i could own
where i could hum a tune anytime i choose
and then there is no such thing as time
where i can feel no pain just calm and sane
what a place for one to find
I gave my boyfriend a flower beard.
the smashing pumpkins // 1979
mellon collie and the infinite sadness
I don’t get on this anymore but I need somewhere to vent.
I’m okay with death most of the time. We are born, we live and we die. Life cycle. I’ve lost so many people, been to more funerals than birthday parties.
Its going to be a year next month since I lost one of my best friends. Although he didnt always have positive thoughts regarding his personal life, he filled everyone around him with laughter and the best vibes. He walked me through my anxiety attacks and suicidal thoughts at three in the morning over the phone and wouldn’t hang up until I was okay. He would make up and sing parodies of hardcore songs until my stomach couldn’t take it anymore (from laughing so hard or the parody being so awful, haha). We spent time together in person only twice, while he was on tour but we talked all the time. He would go through phases and express his feelings towards me. Although I never felt the same towards him, I loved his honesty. That was one if his best traits. He gave zero fucks about what people’s responses would be, he would still speak his mind.
When I got off work that Monday night, I had a missed call from Jeff. “Hey Elena. What’s up. You been on Facebook? I have some bad news.” I calmly hung up, got in my car and that’s when the news actually hit me.
I’m really fucking sorry I said no to getting out of the bay and staying with me until you got your shit together. You asked for help and I turned you down. I’m really fucking sorry we had an argument a month prior to this and we didn’t talk. I’m fucking sorry I called you a few days before, didn’t get an answer and didn’t even think I’d never talk to you again. My questions have gone unanswered and I feel like a big chunk of me is missing. I wish you were here. I want to hear stupid fucking jokes again and that echoing laughter of yours. Tell me again about how much you love the little things, i want to know about more of your adventures and tell me some stupid shit about how we would become rich. I’m being selfish at this point, I’m fully aware. I don’t care. I’m just really fucking sorry. I didn’t want to see you in my dreams anymore but I need you back. I’m sorry I told you to quit bothering me in my sleep.
I love you, Brad. A fucking ton. And I miss you even more.
"Viva nuestra independencia nacional! Vivan los heroes que nos dieron patria y libertad! Viva Hidalgo! Viva Morelos! Viva Allende! Viva Doña Josefa Ortiz de Dominguez! Vivan los heroes que nos dieron patria! Viva Mexico! Viva Mexico! Viva Mexico!" #ElGrito
More Mexican independence day spam later but for now: I’ve said this before and constantly express how proud I am of my roots. Born in the great USA but practically raised in San Luis RC, Sonora. Regardless of how corrupt this country is ran and the awful reputation it has of drugs and whatever else, the people take so much pride in being Mexican. I like to believe the Mexican blood that runs through my veins keeps me humble and appreciative of every little thing most people in America take for granted. I was in an ocean of red, white and green tonight, with people from different states. Such a beautiful gathering is held every year. VIVA MEXICO, VIVA!
Not a wannabe chola or anything but I find this OG style hella fine. The hair my tias had when I was growing up is why I keep my hair long. Se miran bien chingonas