Saves the Day - At Your Funeral
and at your funeral I will sing the requiem.
i’d offer you my hand, it would hurt too much to watch you die
I want more Mexican characters in TV/film not as the help, the field worker or the gangster. Yes that is a reality but WE ARE MORE THAN THAT. we’re not all undocumented immigrants. We don’t all work in hotels or the kitchens. AND SO WHAT IF WE DO. that does not make us lower than you. We come here for a better life, not to be shit on because you think we are less than you. I want Mexicans of all different skin colors on TV/film because we are not all one nice shade of brown.
you sit down to watch the lion king with me. i point out that leafcutter ants do not live in africa within the first five minutes. you begin to realize that you have made a horrible mistake. i continue to point out every usage of a tiger’s roar in place of a lion’s. you are at the door, but it is locked.
I miss you. I miss not touching each other. Not seeing each other, not breathing in each other. I want you. All the time. No one else.
And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
She was always holding my hand (via everythingyoulovetoohate)