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I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.
written by Charles Bukowski
this is still mar
i am just chillaxing @ road-to-home for a minute
chicana points if you recognize the reference <3
Here every Mexican grows flowers. If they don’t have a piece of dirt, they use car tires, jars, cans, shoe boxes. Roses are the Mexican’s favorite flowers. I think, how symbolic— thorns and all
written by “Towards a New Consciousness”- Gloria Anzaldua