So my boss (the lawyer) asked my supervisor (the full time legal assistant) what he thought about my productivity levels and he said:

Best way to cure a hangover: micheladas and fried food. #yum  (at Diablo)
I’ve never known
a God more forgiving
than the Woman
who raised me.
En mi próxima borrachera alguien va a morir, ya sea tu recuerdo o mi dignidad.


I’m at my thirstiest when the moon rises 

If you blame Native American communities for their poverty, remember that the entire continent was stolen from them.

If you blame Black American communities for their relative poverty, remember that Black Americans were stolen from a continent, trafficked, and enslaved for nearly 300 years.

Tell me again about how your family ‘started from nothing’ when they immigrated. Didn’t they start from whiteness? Seems like a pretty good start.

The American Dream required dual genocides, but tell me again about fairness and equal opportunity. Tell me about democracy, modeled after the Iroquois Confederacy. Tell me your proud heritage, and I will show you the violence that made it so.
내남자만지지말고 내음식도만지지마.

Don’t touch my man and don’t touch my food.


My sexuality is “im not fucking you, so don’t worry about it”




me on my way to steal your man

what the fuck was this show

It was teletubbies