I once met the love of my life… Then I walked away and never saw him again. Moral of the story: don’t walk away, stay as long as possible because you never know if you will ever see him again.
Life as I Know It
I see the world with many different lives, walking on many different roads, having many different adventures; but the only life i know is my own...
but really…
(via this-summer-night)
(via unwritten)
(via unwritten)
(via unwritten)
one day you will understand…
Color: brown. red. black? white? yellow?
I am of mexican decent. I am of Cherokee Indian decent. I am brown. I am red. I don’t understand why the color of someone skin matters. People are people. We all have wants and needs. I am of the earth and I belong here. I do not deserve to be treated lower than someone with no “color”. Color is beautiful. I am beautiful.
