Simplicities of Life


My name is Kimberly, I was born April 22. Currently going to school at Cal Poly Pomona and I'm majoring Zoology. I love animals so much that I aspire to work close to/with them in the near future! If you have any questions, ask away, or if you feel like talking or to vent I'm here to listen. Life is too short, live it large! Pets. Family. Ladybug Cartoons.

the-fake-commander-shepard:

My parents are lucky I was too lazy to go through a rebellious phase

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duggyboy:

in third grade at lunch I made a disgusting combination of food/throw up and ate it to look cool and the janitor lifted me by my shirt, sat me down in the corner, leaned down and said “that is fucking disgusting, you are disgusting, why would you do that? sit here  and think about it.” for the rest of the school year I thought he was my real dad

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dope-is-my-hustle:

Orange in his Hand
I see two men sweatat the exitof the freeway.
One is brown and burntfrom the sun raysthe other is whitewith an American Flagstitched across his trucker hat.
They both wear dirty clothes.They both burn to holda little green.
One sells oranges, walking upand down the street. One holds a sign that reads,“I’m hungry, help me eat.”I feel for both of them,but I only admire one.
The one who handsoranges in bags to tired faces,who chases carsfor his change,who counts penniesas profitto keep his apartment.
The one whose wife wakesbefore sunrise to walkthrough Los Angeles streetsyelling “tamales, tamales”with a 4 year old daughter at her side.
The mother who crossed over4 years earlier so her daughterwouldn’t have to sell tamaleswith a baby at her side.
The father tells his sonnever to beg,but to work hard for the bread.So the son sells Cheetosat his high schooland gets called beanerfor not owning named brand clothes.A son who must bring dollarsbefore good gradesbecause rent is two weeks late.A son who will one day hold a gun to the headof a liquor store clerk,only to remember his father’s words.
Mijo, work hard for the bread.
Rent is two weeks late so the familybreaks tax laws to make jobsand they lifts roses to the skyhoping someone passing byis falling in love again,so the familytakes elotesto the neighborhood projectshoping the ninos are hungry.
The news says this family is hereto take my job, my seat in school, my country,but the only thing they’re taking is the riskof being handcuffed,broken and deportedin the name of familyin the name of lovein the name of trying everything to stay abovethe currentand that is whyI can’t help
But to admire the manwith an orange in his hand,a fireball of hunger in his palm.
I love my people. We are hard workers and we never beg for money. How often do you see a Latino beggar? Exactly, it’s rare. Why? Because we work for our money. If it means selling flowers, corn, fruit, ice cream, whatever it is, we WORK for it. We don’t ask for anything for free. All we want is a better future for our families and we are willing to work for it! So how are you going to say we don’t belong in this country of opportunity when we actually take advantage of that opportunity and WORK for a better life instead of fuckin standing at a corner of a McDonald’s waiting for someone to drop a coin or two into a fuckin cup?

Tarantino is Genius. 

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meloetta:

meloetta:

found my cosplay

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send this to 10 followers or the piplup man will come to your window tonight

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thewintersoldiersbutt:

Happy 75th Anniversary to The Wizard of Oz! To celebrate, I present to you;

Movies in a Nutshell: The Wizard of Oz

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