tomhiddleston-h:

10000bc:

what it means to be hispanic

I’M CRYING

(Source: yencid)

alfaazkibarsaat:

We were young and stupid
trying to roll god between dollar bill and flame
getting high just to get away from the low
because our lives came without floors
and there was no saying just how far down you’d go

We had cigarettes for fingers,
ash in all our poetry
lighters like lifelines in…

Dreams are for the rich

And the poor are only

The forgotten stepping stones of society                                                                           

Welcome to the vast ocean of Envy and Greed

Anyone that dares defy the ocean’s current

Will be swallowed by its waves                                                                                                 

Few even qualify to compete

So don’t even bother if your motivations are weak                                                                                                                        

MONEY…its all about the greens

Created by weak old fragmented cotton

This is everything that you need

To make dreams become one with reality                                                                               

Teacher…teacher you lied to me

When you said that dreams were free                                                                                  

Because dreams are for the rich

Opportunities are only false hopes 

To spin the wheels of this caste like society                                                                            

I demand a price check on dreams

A check on those sweet candy like words you spoon fed to me

Because if we depend on miracles and opportunities

We’ll just sweat till out last breath, chasing shooting stars, it seems                                       

Welcome to the land of Envy and Greed

The dreamers and believers will just be crushed by economic shifts

Because the dreaming believers just don’t see

That their reality, runs and spins on green                                                                                       

If this is truly the land of the “free”

Then God bless America was really just a lie to me

Because dreams are not cheap

and losers fertilize the soil                                                                                                  

So attention to all dreamers:

It all falls down to fight or flight

and victors are only the truly exceptional

don’t even bother if your motivations are weak

                                                                                              ~Noelani Leandry

tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

Sunflowers. My first memory was when I looked at plastic sunflowers in our front yard. I must have been four then. I remember the itching in my legs from the white stockings and green dress that my mom forced me to wear. It was Easter and my sister wore the exact same dress in pink. She kept calling for me to look at the camera but I was entranced by the sunflowers. They were fake yet so beautiful. How could something be so lovely when it wasn’t even real?

the-diary-of-a-writer:

Your existence has been diminished
To an urn that rests on your mother’s soul
Atop the dining table.
It’s intricately designed
With hues of blue and regrets staining its ceramic-
Just the kind you wouldn’t like.

We wore black.
Lace and hats
Puffy eyes, silent cries
Lingering memories
The way…

With shrouded hearts that are lit aflame,

I see a dame who has no name.

She strides along with an air of indifference,

And speaks in a tone that holds no interest.

With silver liquid grace that entrances all,

She appears to have a sirens call.

Yet, as many compliment her lovely facade,

I notice the remnants of faint tear drops staining that mournful face.

-Lee Luna