Now I'm A Worrior
Being Mexican is a state of soul-not one of mind, not one of citizenship.

Neither eagle nor serpent. And like the ocean, neither animal respects borders.

-Gloria Anzaldua
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xicohtencatl:

Detalle de mural Cacaxtla, Tlaxcala
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blackorchidd:


guessthelabels:

CAN YOU APPRECIATE ALL THIS BROWN

YESSS

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So, wherever you are, I hope you’re happy, I really do. I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight. I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking. I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life. I hope there’s a kite in your hand that’s flying all the way up to Orion and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out.

I hope you’re smiling like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth. Cause I might be naked and lonely, shaking branches for bones, but I’m still time zones away from who I was the day before we met.

You were the first mile where my heart broke a sweat. And I wish you were here. I wish you’d never left.

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Andrea Gibson (via wordsthat-speak)
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