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My boyfriend is amazing. The only thing he never gave me was the thing I wanted most: the head of the bastard who killed my best friend.
Women always speak, think, and act from the memory of our pain.
It turns out that Jorge Santacruz was right, revenge does heal all wounds.
It makes me sad that they evicted us for being dark-skinned and working class, because you know that’s why they did it, right?
I have no interest in politics because women in power always end up making themselves look masculine or matronly to avoid being called shallow.
I put my life in the devil’s hands cause God doesn’t come through on this kinda thing.
Have you ever heard of a man’s nipples being bitten before he is murdered? Or a man being stabbed in the penis? Getting a stick shoved up his ass? Because I haven’t.
Being a woman means living in a state of emergency.
There is no room of one’s own when men think our bodies belong to them.
Every two hours and twenty-five minutes, a woman in Mexico is strangled, raped, dismembered, burned alive, mutilated, beaten to a pulp, and left with bruises and broken bones.
