If you can’t cook, how will you take care of your wife?
— said no mother, ever. (via heartheraindrops-fall)
Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.
— Unknown (via psych-facts)
My dear hermanas, the dangers we face as women writers of color are not the same as those of white women though we have many in common. We don’t have as much to lose - we never had any privileges.
— Gloria Anzaldúa’s Speaking In Tongues: A Letter To 3rd World Women Writers for This Bridge Called My Back (via thisisnotlatino)