LOVE ME TWO TIMES TODAY
EVERYTHING YOU THOUGHT I NEVER WAS AND
NOTHING LIKE YOU THOUGHT I COULD HAVE BEEN. WALKING IN THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED BY, TOWARDS MY DREAMS, GOALS, AND HOPES. MY LIFE AS ME, BY ME, FOR ME.
esquinitasdemishuesos:

“Tonantzin Renace”
Mosaic Mural in San Fran

esquinitasdemishuesos:

“Tonantzin Renace”

Mosaic Mural in San Fran

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When I’m With You - Best Coast 

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Aggghhh..Molotov next week, free tickets!!! and I might not go :( oh well..if it happens it happens…

One for the Books

It’s been a while since I’ve been on Tumblr…..but

This weekend was one for the records, one where I found out that LOVE is all that matters. Most of the time I close myself off. I close myself from people, partners, lovers, friends, family, everyone. Because of fear, afraid of deception and sadness. Lately I’ve been stuck in my comfort zone and I was relentless to move. Now, it doesn’t necessarily mean I am happy and good in my comfort zone, because for a while now I’ve been feeling stuck and lost. This weekend I found out that I needed to take a step further in my life to get where I want to be. For a while now my friends have been pushing me to take a course that allows you to explore your goals and break down barriers, and like always my answer was, “I don’t need that, I am perfectly fine”. But I wasn’t. This time I was ready, I am ready, to take my life to a better place. To find my goals and destroy my barriers. I am full of love right now :) I know that for the rest of my life, my goal is to be ultimately happy with everything that I love, do and have. Let’s just say today I took step one out of many, and barriers shall be there but my goal is set!

juliosalgado83:

For the past 14 years, my mother has been cleaning houses for a living. I still remember the first time I cleaned a stranger’s house with her. I was in charged of the bathrooms. I hated it.
I would sit on the side of the bath tub and look at the cleaning supplies in front of me. Ajax. Windex. Clorox. Dr. Clean. That shiny bald head always looking back at me. 
“You’re doing it all wrong mijo,” my mother would say. She would kneel down next to me and show me the proper way to apply the Ajax on the walls. Most of the time, my mind was some place else. “Did you get that?” she’d ask. I’d just nod my head yes.
She would quickly get up and run back to the kitchen. Or throw a new load of the stranger’s laundry. Or do their beds. Or kneel back again and clean under the couches. Always moving quickly. Quicker than me. Not once complaining. 
“Even if you see 5 cents or five dollars, you are not to take a single penny,” she’d tell me over our lunch break. “We might be poor, but we don’t steal.”
Every time I aced a test, she would brag to her bosses in her broken English. I would thank them for congratulating me and go back outside to clean their patio.
I can’t ever thank that woman enough for making me the man I am now. 
To support the rights of domestic workers, please visit http://www.domesticworkers.org/

juliosalgado83:

For the past 14 years, my mother has been cleaning houses for a living. I still remember the first time I cleaned a stranger’s house with her. I was in charged of the bathrooms. I hated it.

I would sit on the side of the bath tub and look at the cleaning supplies in front of me. Ajax. Windex. Clorox. Dr. Clean. That shiny bald head always looking back at me. 

“You’re doing it all wrong mijo,” my mother would say. She would kneel down next to me and show me the proper way to apply the Ajax on the walls. Most of the time, my mind was some place else. “Did you get that?” she’d ask. I’d just nod my head yes.

She would quickly get up and run back to the kitchen. Or throw a new load of the stranger’s laundry. Or do their beds. Or kneel back again and clean under the couches. Always moving quickly. Quicker than me. Not once complaining. 

“Even if you see 5 cents or five dollars, you are not to take a single penny,” she’d tell me over our lunch break. “We might be poor, but we don’t steal.”

Every time I aced a test, she would brag to her bosses in her broken English. I would thank them for congratulating me and go back outside to clean their patio.

I can’t ever thank that woman enough for making me the man I am now. 

To support the rights of domestic workers, please visit http://www.domesticworkers.org/

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kari-shma:

A Better Place for a Banff Canoe Ride (by NaturalLight)

i mean…….

kari-shma:

A Better Place for a Banff Canoe Ride (by NaturalLight)

i mean…….

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thewentsworthreport:

Standing for reform…

thewentsworthreport:

Standing for reform…

walrusgumboot:

Wild Horses | The Rolling Stones

<3 

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nevver:

Fame Kills 

R.I.P Amy
cocolachiana:

street art in Mexico City. social satire implied.

cocolachiana:

street art in Mexico City. social satire implied.

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kanyedaily:

fuckyeahkanyewest:

Otis - Kanye & Jay-Z

It’s now up on the WTT site: http://watchthethrone.com/otis/

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