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I read the instructions one last time, turned on the TV, logged on to Netflix, and found a good movie for an abortion: Mean Girls.
I love this already the writibg and movie choice
PMS. Legally Blonde ended, and I clicked on Miss Congeniality, put another four pills under my tongue, and waited for them to dissolve.
My 3 fav chick flicks ugh
Maybe I did exactly the opposite because I wanted things to end badly, like with me in the hospital or jail or both.
she showed up dressed like a Victoria’s Secret Angel. To a Catholic school. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, fam.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it ahaaahhahhhahahhaah
the devil’s wise because he’s old, not because he’s the devil.
He bought me my lion cub and
How to turn me straight
“Pops, we’ve talked it over, and the truth is we don’t want to be narcos.” Girl! The scandal.
GIRL hahhaahhahahaa
Let’s face it, I’m a murderer, too, guilty of homicide. But I do feel like there’s crimes and then there’s crimes, and killing a kidnapper, a rapist, or a dealer who’s poisoning his customers with meth isn’t the same as killing your girlfriend out of jealousy. That’s some real bullshit.
Women always speak, think, and act from the memory of our pain.
Life’s a bitch. That’s why you gotta rattle her cage, even if she’s foaming at the mouth.
I’ve lived with violence and wanted to join a gang—not to fuck shit up, don’t get me wrong, but to be a part of something, to have family, some support.
You clock that the gangster one block over who robs banks has a nice truck or that your neighbor the thief has a flatscreen TV or that the guy turned sicario started wearing designer shoes. Then you compare them with the doñas who work from sunup to sundown in the factory or cleaning rich folks’ shit-crusted toilets in their bougie houses or selling donuts and never catch a break.
You compare what a burglar makes with what you do busting ass and, real talk, mijo, you get the itch to rattle the cage, grab the bitch by the scruff, roll the dice.
Powerful
I put my life in the devil’s hands cause God doesn’t come through on this kinda thing.
Meth is a poor man’s drug; coke is for the rich; and weed is for kids.
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I found instead was this brutal desert that devours women, carves them up, disappears them, swallows them whole. See nothing, say nothing. But you can’t pull the wool over my eyes.
The night was as cold as a witch’s titty, and there I was, queen. Waiting.
Did i write this
“Be a faggot if you want. Just don’t dress like that, Jules, for the love of God.”
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A woman is stoned to death in front of a cemetery. She was killed by her boyfriend. By her husband. By her ex. By her lover. By her father. By a man. By the man who said he loved her. And then killed her.
Her boyfriend murdered her and burned her body. Her boyfriend was a murderer. Her husband was a murderer. Her lover was a murderer. Love kills.
She was stabbed in the genitals. 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 ...
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He killed her because she wanted an abortion. Disposable motherhood. Disposable women. I killed her because I loved her. I killed her because she was mine.
How can you prove misogyny in court if the murderer says he loved her? Love is misogynist.
More than a hundred women’s rights activists have been murdered i...
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The victim was beaten to death in her own home by her husband, after reporting him twenty times. Twenty. Reporting abuse is your b...
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In your own home. Nowhere is safe. Nowhere. 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. Buried under her bathroom floor. There is no room of one’s own.
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.
ten women are murdered every day in Mexico?
you were intercepted by three or more men who tried to rob you, at which point the situation got out of hand. Got out of hand? Out of hand? “How can a robbery get out of hand,”
Mexico is a monster that devours women. Mexico is a desert of pulverized bone. Mexico is a graveyard full of pink crosses. Mexico is a country that hates women.
prison. Mothers searching for their daughters. Cities covered with pink crosses. Cities covered with posters of missing women. Deserts of bone. Lakes that swallow women whole. Dead women emerging from the rivers, from the sewers, from the sands of the desert. Corpses dumped in the garbage, in black trash bags. Food for the dogs. Disposable women. Decapitated women. Strangled women. Dismembered women. Raped women.
femicides have an extremely high rate of impunity in Mexico. Only, like, 5 percent of cases ever lead to a conviction.
I want to get another tattoo that says my rebellion is that I want to live, and if I don’t let you go, if I don’t let you run free, this sadness will kill me.
