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Quote from Favianna Rodriguez

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Quote from Favianna Rodriguez

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@22 hours ago with 164 notes
punchcrew:

We will be playing some shows in September in support of our new record! More info soon.

Oh frlipck yes im there

punchcrew:

We will be playing some shows in September in support of our new record! More info soon.

Oh frlipck yes im there

@4 days ago with 179 notes
cosmopolitanmagazine:

With abortion clinics closing across the state, women in Texas’s Rio Grande Valley increasingly turn to illegal, unsafe methods to terminate their pregnancies. And the situation is about to get worse »

cosmopolitanmagazine:

With abortion clinics closing across the state, women in Texas’s Rio Grande Valley increasingly turn to illegal, unsafe methods to terminate their pregnancies. And the situation is about to get worse »

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@5 days ago with 541 notes

michelafria:

indignacioncreativa:

Feliz cumpleaños número 125 a mi hermoso Tijuana.💘

Que no eres para mí “tequila sexo y marihuana” ni mucho menos el que tantos me han dicho “que miedo vivir ahí”, o “en cuanto cruce siento que me van a secuestrar o disparar.”

Que para mí no has sido más que la ciudad que me vió crecer,
la que me vió aprender a andar en triciclo, o esperar con emoción cada tarde sin falta en los veranos al héroe del paletero.
La que me vió levantarme a las 4 AM 5 días de la semana para cruzar a la escuela.

La que se ha convertido en sinónimo de una juguetería cada feria de libro o cada Entijuanarte.
La que me ha brindado mis favoritas obras de teatro por las noches en CECUT.
La que me regaló la mejor juventud que pude pedir al darme un sin fin de fines de semana en conciertos.
Donde pude gritar, bailar, brincar, entrarle al slam, y cantar junto a grandes como Molotov, Kinky, Cafe Tacvba, Panteón Rococó, Tijuana No, La Lupita, La Castañeda, La Maldita Vecindad, Carla Morrison, Enjambre, y Zoé.
La que me ha brindado bellos atardeceres en sus playas,
y me ha llenado la mente de magia con su arte urbano en cada pared y cada banqueta.
Y la que me ha enamorado un poquito más con sus Acciones Poéticas en paredes por doquier, pidiendo “Más amor por favor” en Avenida Revolución.

Que para mí eres la ciudad de domingos diarios en plaza río, lunes de tianguis,
la reina de los tacos a cualquier hora del día,
la madre de los famosos y tristes Zebra-Burros posando para fotografías familiares.

Eres los puestecitos en Plaza Santa Cecilia,
los señores que no te dejan en paz en la línea, que pobre de tí si los volteas a ver o si haces contacto visual.
Y cómo olvidar las nieves de la linea cuando uno se siente en el infierno dentro de 2 horas de línea.

Eres los patos corriendo a prisa en Parque de la Amistad,
los abarrotes de cada esquina que poco a poco fueron convirtiéndose como por arte de magia en Oxxos.
los murales con grafiti y arte de Pasaje Rodriguez,
los tacos de birria a 2x1 cada miércoles,
la canción del zeta gas que me despertaba en las mañanas, y la voz de aquella doña vendiendo tamales desde su carro y con alta voz.

Eres quien me vio despegar a México, y despedirme para irme a la universidad.

Eres la del “otro lado” de la linea divisora de los sueños,
eres infinidad de mexicanos esperanzados por una vida mejor,
eres aquellos a sudor y quemados por el sol o congelados por invierno que se ponen en los semáforos a bailar, brincar o vender chicles o rosas.

Eres Tijuana,
lo que para algunos es peligro,
mientras que para mí fuiste y eres magia, arte, musa y el mejor lugar para crecer y digno de decir con orgullo desde San Francisco que YO VENGO DE TIJUANA.

Ay que bonito :’)

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@5 days ago with 186 notes
tastefullyoffensive:

Who is this man? [x]

tastefullyoffensive:

Who is this man? [x]

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@4 days ago with 40260 notes

"I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car.
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I’d prove myself a moron, and I’d be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: “Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?”
Indulgently, I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, “Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them.” Then he said smugly, “I’ve been trying that on all my customers today.” “Did you catch many?” I asked. “Quite a few,” he said, “but I knew for sure I’d catch you.” “Why is that?” I asked. “Because you’re so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn’t be very smart.”"

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@4 days ago with 22261 notes

"Before going back to college, i knew i didn’t want to be an intellectual, spending my life in books and libraries without knowing what the hell is going on in the streets. Theory without practice is just as incomplete as practice without theory. The two have to go together."

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@5 days ago with 1325 notes

cumaddict72:

• a transphobic woman is not a feminist
• a racist woman is not a feminist
• a homophobic woman is not a feminist
• exclusionary feminism is not feminism

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@5 days ago with 66279 notes

Bikes del Pueblo  

Help bring a community bike workshop to City Heights, San Diego!

@1 week ago with 5 notes
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