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life is so good right now
been dying to know the sides of my moms family but I know too much of my moms side and still want to know more, so we agreed to the 23andme kit and now we r waiting for the results which takes 5-6 weeks
but once of my uncles, are updating us about digging our family tree and right now, he is saying there is too many mixes in my dads family
bro said that. MY DADS side. has senegalese. swiss. italian. spanish. sweden.
thats the most recent we found and my dad sadly died so I couldnt get to ask him anything.
but being italian and spanish is shocking because he did make me visit his spanish side. my mom said EVERY time she is in that mfing house she IS ALWAYS seeing a flag that has red white and green. she didnt know what that was. but like. ITS THE WAY I WAS THINKING ABOUT VISITING SWITZERLAND AND WANTED TO LIVE THERE in the FUTURE and then boom, a gene has been found.
i love being mixed
Another amazing day in #lagunabeach yesterday with @tiamoni83 and @allychagas #california #speedo #speedoboy #brazilian #spanish #calilife (at The West Street Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnOzK_6AQ-w/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ddjk538jqxbn
Repsol Seat Ibiza in different rallys during 1998 season
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I finally made this!! Thank you so so much @jokerislandgirl32 these were 🔥🔥🔥 and everyone loved them
Kinda Random Post But…
For my Spanish class this year, I need to follow a Spanish/LatAm recipe and make a dish to bring to my class and I’m totally blanking so I figured I’d crowdsource lol. If anyone has any suggestions for a dish I could easily make that tastes good, I would really appreciate it
(image source: https://wildkratts.fandom.com/wiki/Donita_Donata/Gallery)
Kinda Random Post But…
For my Spanish class this year, I need to follow a Spanish/LatAm recipe and make a dish to bring to my class and I’m totally blanking so I figured I’d crowdsource lol. If anyone has any suggestions for a dish I could easily make that tastes good, I would really appreciate it
(image source: https://wildkratts.fandom.com/wiki/Donita_Donata/Gallery)
Southwestern Landscape - Pathway Ideas for a sizable stone garden path that receives summertime partial sun from the southwest.
Perhaps I am starting too many things at once.
I wish to find my place in my spirituality, but at the same time I wonder if my heritage would offer me anything. I am half Mexican/half Caucasian, but I was raised Caucasian and had little to no contact with my Hispanic family after the age of 3. Because of this... I know nothing about my Mexican bloodline.
I do not know anything about the culture, the beliefs, the celebrations, very little about the food, and I can barely speak Spanish. I want to get in touch with these roots, also. Part of me feels that I am too late, however, and pushes back against it.
How do I even start? Where do I begin? Do I postpone my spiritual journey and focus on my heritage instead? I am overwhelming myself, as I often do, and these past two weeks have been rather awful... it's all compounding and I don't know what to do to get back on my feet.
Me: Searches for character x hispanic reader
All that shows up: Mexican reader/Extremely stereotyped reader
Me:
Los Angeles Roofing Tile
Example of a large tuscan white two-story stucco exterior home design with a tile roof
What they can see:
What they can’t see:
me watching Narcos and making a little mental note whenever I can identify a new swear word or expression
Foyer - Mudroom Entryway - large mediterranean travertine floor entryway idea with yellow walls and a dark wood front door
San Francisco Brick Pavers Inspiration for a mid-sized mediterranean full sun backyard brick landscaping in summer.
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This Spanish lesson that reads like a half finished poem
for the first time in a while i completed the packet in the desegregated time in class just cant turn it in yet cuse i have to record sense it's spanish class
also i think i did good on the colouring parts
You know what’s cringe?
People who don’t know what bilingual people speak like. Cuz like I speak English and Spanish and you know “Spanglish” is super fun. (I mostly see this in fanfics).
But I never go: Yeah and I was at la playa, you know— sorry I speak Spanish and I mix up words! Silly silly me, no se hablar English!
It’s more like: Y estaba en la playa when my mom called me and she was yelling at me and I didn’t even know what I did! I was like ‘Mami, Que hice? Why are you yelling!?’ (More or less something I told my friend a couple of weeks ago)
Then theres the whole “character forgets a word because they’re thinking in Spanish!”
“No, no, the flecha! You know, the thingy that lights up! Like— ugh, what’s it called? Its like— its a flecha! I can’t think of the English word!” (Arrow, its a light up arrow)
Its so awkward to read those.
Idk but being bilingual isn’t just adding a random non-English word into a an English sentence.
Or like having characters just go: “you’re my hermano/hermana, man!”
Or (the very cringe) “come on foo!” // “ese!” // “vato!” // or literally any other word associated with cholos or Chicano gangs.
Like pet names I get. I understand those. I used to call my ex “mi amor” “corazón de melon” “Bebe” “lindó” “guapo” and nothing else in Spanish. Those are understandable cuz those are pet names.
Make Spanglish sound real! (hmu if you want someone to look over your Spanish, specifically)
Inspiración
La creatividad me pesa.
Despiertan tantas ideas que no puedo plasmar.
Y plasmo ideas a medias que nunca llegaron a mas.
Me siento pesada.
Con tantas ideas y tan poca habilidad.
Necesito tiempo y organización.
En ocasiones siento que tengo todo el tiempo del mundo
Pero otras siento que todo se me viene encima
Tengo tanto en la cabeza y tan poco tiempo.
Quiero hacerlo todo y a la vez no puedo hacer nada
Incluso si la inspiración vaga por mi mente no puedo expresarlo
Las dudas asaltan mi cabeza.
Se responden solas o simplemente mueren ahí.
La inspiración me llega diario.
Y a todas horas.
Solo te vi una vez
Solo te vi una vez, y ya soñaba contigo
Solo me hablaste una vez y ya imaginaba tu mano contra la mía.
Solo me saludaste una vez y en mi mente vagaba todos los temas de los que podríamos hablar
Y mientras más me hablabas más sentía mi mente vagar por esos escenarios.
Y luego la ansiedad atacaba.
¿Y si solo me hablaste por culpa?
¿Y si solo me saludaste porque al final necesitabas algo?
¿Y si todo esto es solo tu forma de sacar algo de mi?
Tu forma de manipularme hasta que este a tus pies y haga todo lo me digas que haga.
Tu forma de demostrar que siempre dejaré que me pisoteen.
Y luego tu mensaje llega y todo parece dejar de existir.
La ansiedad, los escenarios imaginarios.
¿Me estaré enamorando de ti o de la ilusión?
Aquella que me gusta porque me hace sentir bien.
Me hace sentir que finalmente valgo algo.
Que no soy solo una más en el sistema.
Y luego me pides que te ayude en algo.
Me pides que hagamos la tarea juntos y no me niego porque tener finalmente la compañía de otra persona me hace sentir bien
Pero el mismo pensamiento vuelve a mi mente.
Imagino nuevamente el dolor del rechazo.
¿Como será mi vida en cuanto me dejes de hablar?
Y si escuchas esos rumores de la gente, ¿Qué pensaras de mi?
¿Dejaras de hablarme o fingirás nunca haberlos escuchado?
¿O los aceptaras y me dirás a la cara lo mierda de persona que soy? Y te iras y yo estaré igual que al principio, sola.
Fría en mis profesiones y en mis amistades
Modificando un poco la famosa línea de Hamilton
Y al igual que el, fingiendo darle importancia mínima a las relaciones personales.
Tratando de mantenerme libre de cualquier atadura en particular.
Y mantener mi felicidad independiente de los caprichos de otros.
Si llegas a irte estaré nuevamente preguntándome cuando es que llegara una persona que verdaderamente se quede conmigo.
Me dirán manipuladora al final de este texto.
Pero créeme que la media noche es cuando más sincera me vuelvo
Porque mi mente es tan débil que no descansa.
Y pienso en tanto que no duermo tranquila.
Y espero que después de todo esto, si alguna vez descubres quien escribió esto, y que era para ti, no te vayas.
Quédate y asegurarme que nunca te vas a ir.
Solo hazme creer por unos segundos que he dejado de estar sola.
Y déjame verte una vez mas
Pensamientos de media noche