Forget the room of one’s own - write in the kitchen, lock yourself up
in the bathroom. Write on the bus or the welfare line, on the job or during meals, between sleeping or waking. I write while sitting on the john. No long stretches at the typewriter unless you’re wealthy or have a patron - you may not even own a typewriter. While you wash the floor or clothes listen to the words chanting in your body. When you’re depressed, angry, hurt, when compassion and love possess you.
When you cannot help but write
by Gloria Anzaldua (via postmodernismruinedme)
One of the most amazing things about growing up is coming into the understanding of letting things go. If your man cheated on you or broke up with your ass you take time to write a poem, a song, make un pinche painting, talk a little shit and then you bless his memory and send him on his way because whether you like to admit it or not you called that person into your life. Eventhou they left your ass with a bruised heart they also gifted you with a better understanding of yourself so run with that shit and you will be ok. #LessonsFromASufrida
by Yosi (via yosimar)
by Yosi (via yosimar)
