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28 days left

Its time to say goodbye to you LA.

I’ve loved you and hated you. You were the worst and best year. My heart breaks at the thought of leaving my little house in the cul-de-sac, but my spirit yearns for adventure.

Today was the first sunday in a long time to be an actual lazy Sunday. Its like taking that first breath in after so much anguish and pain. Relief is brief though. Where will I be in 28 days? I do not know. Once again my life is uprooting and starting over. I took a picture a year ago of the three of us sitting in lawn chairs in the living room. I saved that picture with the expectation that I would bring it out a year later and we could laugh at how eager and shiny we were then. But now that picture will be deleted. Now we are simply broken and only two.

LA has seduced me. I do not want to leave, but it has taken all my money and sleep. I need to come back someday and let it capture me then. For now, life has dragged us down into the dumps and its time to say Uncle and build again.

#goodbyeLA

patgavin

Long Live The Rose That Grew From Concrete

27th Street, Harwood, north Baltimore, Md

lifebyamador

5 years ago today, i had my last night in Colorado. I was to wake up so early in the morning and drive with my mother towards the exploding sunrise, lose my boarding pass and give one last terrified wave to her and my brother as i descended the airport escalator.

My memory betrays me, i cannot remember what I did in my last night, or what i thought other than anxiety and fear of the unknown. I vaguely remember being in my brightly colored and cluttered childhood room, saying goodbye to my things and my cozy life. I think A had come over to say goodbye, little did i know how much her life was about to change as well. I charged my brand new little point and shoot, petted my scruffy dog, ran over my list for school items and tried to cram the nooks and crannies of my luggage which I was to live off of for the next semester. I thought about my wild weekend of declared feelings and renewed ones. I texted on my brick phone. I hope i wrote down somewhere my thoughts because I no longer know that girl. Perhaps its not kind to call her “girl” because at the time I felt like “independent woman!”, but as I look back, i feel like her world was so small and little, that what was to come would change her so much, it can only be described as a second puberty.

I cannot comprehend how much life has happened in 5 years, when did the fast forward button jam? I had no idea how one simple decision to pack my bags and go would ultimately create a whole new me. I often wonder what would’ve happened if I had let my fear win; if I had decided to stay in Colorado. I think sometimes I wouldn’t have grown, but become a shrunken version of me. It was terrifying, amazing, so so painful, beautiful, joyous, grand, tragic and educating to leave home. I sit here five years later, on the edge of beginning another 5 year chapter, truly eager this time for the pages to turn.

#reflections #life

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theawesomeadventurer

what kind of turtle is this

We don’t need to be married or mothers to be complete. We get to determine our own “happily ever after” for ourselves. — For The Record Jennifer Aniston’s manifesto can teach us all about women’s worth. #‎Decide4Yourself

adrianainla

North East LA

#selena #lareina

brwnangel333

A Poem for Las Mujeras

She has beautiful brown hair

Her skin as brown as canelo

Her almond brown eyes are filled with pride

She cries for justice for La Raza

Her heart is filled with passion

Her red lips cognate with the Aztec blood that flows through her veins

Her strong independence intimidates men

She is persistent

She is Xicana.

Marc Valladares (inspired by @CHlSMOSA)

#chicana

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Todo cambia, nada es absoluto…🌹🍃🐇 by @sistergoldenshop #FridaKahlo #lacejadefrida #instadaily #picoftheday #instafrida #frida #flowers #friditis #creative #ilustration #cool #love #art #like4like #instalove

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“Anything for Selenas” enamel pins by me 🌹 Available at: elizabethblancas.bigcartel.com

georgetakei

Welcome to my life.

Source: I Fucking Love This

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thcrstlshp

#art

this is my grandmother. Her name is Maria. She is holding her firstborn and my oldest aunt. She is 15 years old.

On this mother’s day i reflect on the long line of women it took for me to exist. My mother is my dearest friend, but her life before my dad is a hazy story that i only get snippets of. My grandmother’s story is even more of a mystery to me. I only know a few things: she had 9 children, she bitterly divorced my grandfather for another man, she makes alphabet soup, my mother despises her and she is a tiny formidable woman still to this day. I can’t even tell you her full name. I can’t speak to her because my mother refuses to visit her and if we did, I do not have enough Spanish to ask her about her life.

I wish I could ask her what was her life like. What as it like to be a young mother and was it her choice? What was Mexico like? Why did she leave my grandfather? What was her mother like? Who were they? Where are her siblings and relatives? What were her dreams and regrets? Does she know why my mother won’t speak to her? Does she know the pain and sadness my mother has that has transferred down to even my own life because of her decisions 40 odd years ago? Does she ever think of me?

I’m not sure what is worse, knowing that answers live in a little house in Texas or knowing that the answers will most likely pass with her.

#abuela #mexico #latinx #ancestry #mothersday