The reason I talk to myself is because my answers are the only ones I'll accept.
—Hormiguita, ¿a dónde vas? —A mi casita. *La pisa* —Ibas, perra. Ibas…
“while other girls put roses in their hair,
i was told to wrap thorns around my neck.
delicacy was reserved for the ivory,
brutality served to brown beauties.”
flower child (via brownpeopleproblems)