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Unfortunately some of the people who ARE actual blood do not accept us for who we are, they’ll do anything to bring us down, they’ll use us, take advantage of us, and guess what? They DON’T love us no matter what. They only “love” us if you do them favors, if you kiss their ass, if you give them gifts, etc. I hate being so distant from my blood family, but I also hate being talked about behind my back… it’s something I just cannot tolerate, especially when it’s bs that they THINK I do/did/am. I HATE being called a liar, I HATE being called a kiss ass. I do not kiss ass, and I do not lie… I have no reason to. The only way to avoid being talked about behind my back, is to stay away. Sad, isn’t it? Honesty - don’t people like it?
thank you for the notice.
now i will imagine you banging in every room
The only room that’s kinda off limits is the girls’ room because…well, that’s just weird lol
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WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY
FFFFFFFFFFFFF THIS IS NOT EVEN FUNNY. FUCK THAT MONSTROUS LITTLE DUDE. Just looking at this gives me the heeby jeebies. UGH. Fucking hate moths >_<
But this is kinda funny XD
Have I ever mentioned how much I FUCKING HATE MOTHS?!
Please tell me this isn’t real.
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(via Beelog)I don’t care if you’re a One Direction blog, a Justin Bieber blog, a food blog, a Hipster blog, but it wouldn’t kill to have this on your blog. Be grateful for what you have. Some people don’t even have the money to buy bread to feed their families :’(
DUDE, LOOKING AT THIS PICTURE MAKES ME SAD. D:
appreciate what you have, bitches.
Be grateful for what you have and remind yourself that there THOUSANDS of unfortunately people who would die to have most of the things you own.
I legit have tears right now.seriously, how can you not reblog this? appreciate everything
It annoys me when people complain about not having the latest icrap technology, or because their parents don’t want to give them money to go to the movies, or because they’re bored of where they live. Dude, you have a freaking roof over your head, you have more than enough food and I bet you that a lot of it is going to rot and go in the trash. Aside from appreciating what you have, take care of what you have, take full advantage of what you have. I rarely let anything in my pantry or fridge go to waste, but when something does go bad, my heart breaks when I throw it away :(
(Source: 1directionismylife)
11 Year-Old Carries On Family’s Aztec Dance Tradition
San Francisco Mission District resident Connie Xochiquetzalli “Xochi” Peña has been an Aztec dancer all her life.
As a 2 year-old, she danced an entire parade route. Now 11, Xochi sometimes steps in for her mother and teaches dance class at the Mission Cultural Center.
She comes from a long line of Aztec dancers. Her great-grandfather on her mother’s side was also a dancer in her family’s native Toluca, Estado de Mexico.
Xochi has big plans for herself, ones that include practicing either law or medicine. If dancing parade routes as a toddler and teacher classes while still in the sixth grade is any indication, we’re sure she can do anything she sets her mind to.
via SF Gate
Photo: Rod Yip/The Chronicle
In Mexico, false suicide reports shine light on Tarahumara plight
The Indians were hit by drought and a freeze that led to a food shortage. Aid starts flowing after reports that 50 had killed themselves because they were not able to feed their children.
It took false reports of mass suicide for Mexicans to rally in great number to the aid of the legendary Tarahumara Indians, who are facing a season of starvation. But publicity about their plight has exposed the chronic marginalization and growing perils, including drug violence, faced by many indigenous communities, activists say.
Pictured: Tarahumara Indians line up to receive aid, including food and water, in the village of Pito Real in Chihuahua state, Mexico. (Carlos Villalobos / El Heraldo de Chihuahua)