EnamorArte Crafts

EnamorArte Crafts is a fundraiser run by two college students. This project was a response to the recent tuition increase in higher education as well as the high costs of living in San Francisco. To purchase a bag, wallet, earrings or if you have any questions or just want to contact us, feel free to do so here: Website: enamorartecrafts.com Facebook: facebook.com/enamorartecrafts Email: [email protected]

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[ablackgirldaydreaming]

I think this is so cool

[nataliedormier]

[lacaja-depandora]

¿Desea imprimir su recibo? Amén por @aortegasantos

[imsoshive]

[enamorartecrafts]

Put coconut oil in your hair, exercise, take hot showers, massage lotion into your skin, eat food that makes you feel good, stretch, lay around in bed, and listen music that makes you feel happy. Just do you.

[khoasome]

[khoasome]

[khoasome]

Instagram: @khoasom3

[nodaybuttodaytodefygravity]

when you make a joke and someone tells you “that’s not very nice”

[wasjopara]

reblog if you have literally never watched an episode of seinfeld

[ihaveaprestigiousblog]

[stucklikeglu-deactivated2021112]

This is so dope.

[certifiedsirene]

I got goosebumps lmao and I actually know this verse by heart LOL

[gretawho]

yep!!!

[enamorartecrafts]

Aunque si la extraño y siempre la voy a querer, se que ella y yo no podremos estar juntos.

[poesianoerestu]

Pero es el mar quien me lleva y des lleva en sus manos el mar desmemoriado.

Fragmento de Españahogándose, Blas de Otero (via poesianoerestu)

[spanishlearners]

Si he perdido la vida, el tiempo, todo lo que tiré, como un anillo, al agua, si he perdido la voz en la maleza, me queda la palabra. Si he sufrido la sed, el hambre, todo lo que era mío y resultó ser nada, si he segado las sombras en silencio, me queda la palabra. Si abrí los ojos para ver el rostro puro y terrible de mi patria, si abrí los labios hasta desgarrármelos, me queda la palabra.

En el principio, Blas de Otero (1916 - 1979).

If I lost the life, the time, all I threw it, like a ring, to the water, if I lost my voice in the undergrowth, I have left the word. If I suffered thirst, the hunger, all what was mine and it turned out to be nothing, if I mowed the shadows in silence, I have left the word. If I opened my eyes to see the face pure and terrible for my country, if I opened my lips until I broke them, I have left the word.

[In The Beginning]

(via spanishlearners)

[nurnielfa]

No somos de piedra

Las noches son para dormir y el día para descansar, que no somos de piedra.

Blas de Otero

[azurea]

Escribo como escupo. Contra el suelo (oh esos poetas cursis, con sordina, hijos de sus papás) y contra el cielo.

- Blas de Otero

[hamuertoelgatomayor]

Esto es ser hombre: horror a manos llenas.

Blas de Otero (via hamuertoelgatomayor)