"Love In the Time of Tear Gas." Picture from Ferguson
me and two of my closest friends were all sitting around composing and checking texts to boys and being annoyed with ourselves for intently crafting witty responses and anxiously awaiting replies
it was such a beautiful moment, so much female solidarity over something so superficial
i’m so happy to be back
that pelvic thrust is so vicious
My professor on losing your identity as a kid (via lasfloresdemayo)
THIS is EVERYTHING THOUGH
im so angry
!!!!! Or to a black child “why is your hair like that?”
For those who don’t know, this is exactly how I wound up not speaking my language anymore. And exactly how I lost my accent.
The kids at school made fun of me until they convinced me that because I was in America, I needed to speak like an American.