im Ok

"shes full on all the time. it's the best & worst thing about her"

[marci1900]

[poems-of-madness]

I am half  asleep on the train,  all the yellow lights,  oh my black and blue beaten heart. When it misbehaves nothing can forgive it. And it forgives no one either.  I think of my mother, and her mother and I wonder about their youth and tears.  I walk in talking on the phone,  with the heaviest accent, the passengers marvel at it. But they don’t understand  how much pain it takes to  design this language I am speaking. To forget theirs,  to put my hand in the mud  dig the dead latin up and call my mother.  I speak with her about crossing borders, about my temper,  about my bad cooking.  That’s the thing about  my heritage  it makes me love a man to  to the point of exhaustion. Women like me  have nothing to offer  but love.  And when that’s not enough you call your mother  for home remedies, advice for bruised hearts and aloof husbands.

Lessons From Romania from The Immigration Series by Royla Asghar  (via poems-of-madness)

[animatedpileofbones]

it is Done. toldja i’d finish it today. next up: a beloved classic elven lullaby

message me if you’d like to buy it to have in your home! USA only pls

[spookysouthwest]

A roadside memorial in New Mexico is known as a descanso. These are not graves, nor do they necessarily mark the place where someone died; it is, instead, a monument to the place where the course of their life was interrupted by an accident or a tragedy. They are placed in public places as a reminder that the soul of the deceased requires the prayers of the living to advance beyond Purgatory.

This descanso is notable because it’s not close to the road; it’s actually only a short distance from the enormous iron wall that separated the border of Mexico and the United States, miles away from the nearest town. It’s plausible to think this is a memorial to a 45-year-old woman who died in the desert, trying to cross into the States. Even in February, the temperature can be quite hot; and without food or water, it can quickly become deadly.

“Señora Polita Romero born August 13, 1954 died February 12, 2000 Remembered by her Husband, Children, and Grandchildren”

[latinademais]

MEXICO. Oaxaca. Chacahua. 1992. Owner of beach restaurant.

David Alan Harvey

[scottmarcbecker]

centro, oaxaca de juarez, mexico, 2017

[harshlips]

Skins (2007-2013)

[harshlips]

Daria (1997-2002)

[meanplastic]

[dirt-legends]

[manhood]

[schwierigephase]

“Learn to live without the person you can’t live without.”

— thoughtsofla (via thoughtkick)

[baby-coma-deactivated20191025]

[johannaheartyou]

[dying-dog]

[inland-delta]

Andrey Avinoff, Iridescence, 1925/1947

[quite-likely-valentine]

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