Una historia más hermosa y prohibida que la de Amarte Duele.
My professor on losing your identity as a kid (via lasfloresdemayo)
THIS is EVERYTHING THOUGH
im so angry
!!!!! Or to a black child “why is your hair like that?”
For those who don’t know, this is exactly how I wound up not speaking my language anymore. And exactly how I lost my accent.
The kids at school made fun of me until they convinced me that because I was in America, I needed to speak like an American.
Reasons why I literally can not string a single sentence in Vietnamese
no but the best part is how he got the name:
his name was originally “potatoes,” and his owner, willoughby bertie, told the stable lad who helped him to write the horse’s name on a feed bin. the boy misheard it as, literally “pot-eight-o’s” and wrote it with 8 o’s. bertie found it so funny that he kept that as the horses name.
This is the most beautiful horse-related story I’ve ever heard.
the only thing that gets white people more hyped than calling them racist is playing ‘don’t stop believing’ by journey