i don't do bad sauce passes
NASA
almost home
art blog(derogatory)
we're not kids anymore.
todays bird
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Kiana Khansmith
Sweet Seals For You, Always

@theartofmadeline
$LAYYYTER
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Claire Keane

ellievsbear
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Origami Around

blake kathryn
occasionally subtle

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@rematriarca
memoria, verdad y justicia.
En Argentina, las locas de Plaza de Mayo serán un ejemplo de salud mental porque ellas se negaron a olvidar en los tiempos de la amnesia obligatoria.
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Along the way we have even lost the right to call ourselves Americans, although the Haitians and the Cubans appeared in history as new people a century before the Mayflower pilgrims settled on the Plymouth coast. For the world today, America is just the United States; the region we inhabit is a sub-America, a second-class America of nebulous identity.
Open Veins of Latin America: the history of the pillaging of a continent, Eduardo Galeano (Uruguay, 1970)
I never call your name, but you are in me like the song in the nightingale’s throat even when it’s not singing.
Dulce María Loynaz, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “Poema LVII” (tr. James O’Connor)
(Original: No te nombro; pero estás en mí como la música en la garganta del ruiseñor aunque no esté cantando.)
things that happened last night : i revived this blog on a whim ..
@desolades
among all the things they hated, needing was probably near the top. but mati knew, rather well, that people needed people . . . wasn’t that the basics of human interactions? the need to connect, to not be alone? so they’d shallow their pride and dump the words in an long exhale. “ i don’t wanna impose, i just need a place to stay . . . ”
this is a serious oc but it’s 3am and i’m excited to be here so.. i’m all over the place. so if u wanna plot i’m here
Yes, they can place you at the scene of the crime. But there’s no evidence that can back up their stupid, lazy theory: that it was you. No motif good enough, no possible way you could have fought a man like Diego, and bring him down without getting hurt yourself. For once, physics are on your side. The people are on your side. And it pisses Them off, it puts all lights on their negligence when it comes to people like you, to people who are different, who are a reminder that América is a continent, not a country. They don’t like that. They don’t like you
CH. II (via rematriarca)
if u don’t love mati.. at least love diego (their dad)
mati..
@wtrss
“ una cerveza? ” it takes mati a second, and the question mark on the other’s face to correct themselves. “ sorry, a beer? ” the wink that comes with the question isn’t meant to be flirty, but . . . it kind of is.
to my 3 followers: HELLO I LOVE MY COUNTRY
You’re killing me Susana (2016) dir. Roberto Sneider
@undred : theo !
“ so , you come here often? ” mati would even ask what’s her sun sign, but it felt . . . too cliché, even for them. instead they would smile at the woman, charming, intentions written all over her grin.