Pretty much everyone at work refuses to say my name the way it’s supposed to be said and its taking everything in me not to fucking snap. Fuck
written by Paulo Freire | Pedagogy of the Oppressed (1968)
"¡Lléveselo policía, llévese a este niño que se esta portando mal!"
—Tu mamá cuando hacías berrinche en la calle.
I remembered how fucking amazing I look in deep red lipstick today and it just rebooted my entire life. Like how did I ever forget??????