true story i graduated this year after my crazy days of living the life in the streets yet at the same time during this years i was only mad at the fact my mother didnt look towards me being successful always judged me comparing me to my good church cousins or told me i was just like my father well the thing its that i wanted to go to college after high school but my mom never listened to me when i told her to save up because college was alot of money for me simply because i am undocumented student it cost 3x then what it usually is, during my drinking and hanging in the streets or even skipping school was alot of losts and close to dead situations but i became so used to it i didnt care anymore until one day i crashed due to my ex boyfriend being a xanax addictive since that day i left everything behind and i started saving money for college i got together by myself this past 4 months 2,000 but all my money my sweat ended up being for my dog, my baby he is what cheers me up and keeps me strong to not give up keep working and stand tall, one day he got lost and he always left home and came back so i was hoping he came back home but he didnt so i showed up to the animal control center where i found him yet he was injured and crying nonstop ,at this moment everything seem so dark because i never had him hurt and he is all i got, so i take him to an animal clinic were they tell me he has a broken pelvis and a big wound on his leg which makes it impossible for him to walk or run which he loves to do and everybody knew he loves to do-im talking bout running for hours. at the moment he had his surgery but he still needs assistance to help him walk again at the moment i asked family members for money and friends to pay a deposit for the surgery which was 2,300 now i have to pay the rest when he is realesed from the hospital which is around 3,900 plus medicine he will need after he comes back home. i ask for help to anybody who has a good heart that if you can donate an amount for rufo my dog, my baby, please do it does not matter the amount anything will be truly deeply appreciated, god sees any good action and its always gifted, god bless!
‪Interrogate yourself. Figure out why specific thoughts make you feel a certain way. Ask yourself numerous questions and try to understand the root anxieties and wounds that are buried underneath your fears. In order to heal something we must first understand it.‬
So I was on the train and this little girl (about 5years old) was sitting across from me, her mother had her headphones in and was ignoring the little girl.
The girl was rambling about random things and started playing i spy with no one.
She then said “I spy with my little eye something that’s green” and I pointed at my shirt that was green.
She smiled and said “I spy something that’s white” and I pointed to my white shoes, she then said the colour red and at first I couldn’t find anything red so I pulled out a red school book from my bag.
This continued for a few turns and then she said brown, I looked around me and in my bag but couldn’t find anything, the girl still expecting me to find something brown started looking around too when the man two rows down pulled out a brown phone case and pointed to it.
The young girl then said blue and another lady pointed to her bracelet, we all silently continued playing until the whole train carriage was playing along, the whole time her mother didn’t even realise.
“La Negrada” is the first mexican feature film about the Afro-mexican community, filmed entirely with people from different towns around the Costa Chica in Oaxaca.”
Silver linings: I’ve finally stopped chasing perfection. Realisations like this happen slowly, then all at once. Slowly, over a long ass time, you stop reacting to bad situations with self hate & intense stress and anxiety. Slowly, you stop looking in the mirror and photos and pointing out endless flaws. Slowly, you stop expecting everybody to love and accept you. You stop seeing things as black and white, good or bad. You see that life happens contrary to the illusions and expectations you preconceived, and that’s not a bad thing. Then, slowly you accept THAT. You embrace spontaneity, because it teaches you things you never knew about yourself. Goddamn, if we unfolded into the perfect versions we wanted of ourselves so instantly, how on earth would we witness our brilliant transformations through horrible times, through unplanned events testing our strength, through meeting people who show us the best & worst in ourselves? I am no longer ever considering the mere concept of perfection in my life. It no longer exists in my mind. Or in my vocabulary. Kissing goodbye to the pain and anger that the idea of perfection caused me. Goodbye!
WONDER WHY THOSE ALL DON’T LOOK LIKE THE SAME COLOR? BECAUSE THEY ARE NOTÂ
OTHER THAN BEING PART OF THE SAME FAMILY OF BLUES, THEY ARE NOT ALL THE SAMEÂ FUCKING COLOR! WHY WOULD THEY ALL BE THE SAME FUCKING COLOR! DO YOU THINK WE JUST NAME NEW COLORS FOR KICKS!?!?!?
WHEN DESCRIBING A CHARACTER’S GOD FORSAKEN EYE COLOR, PICK ONE YA GODDAMN HIPPIE