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A Mexican worker said: “If I am a wetback because I crossed a river to get here, what are you, who crossed an entire ocean?
— Luis Alberto Urrea,
The Devil’s Highway (via
comidalatina)
eracist:
I’m really good at stuff until people watch me do that stuff
babybulma:
someone got mad at me for ‘spoiling the end of the great gatsby for them’
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That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.