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bodroshodoh

Sometimes I think I'm too young to be this domestic. Too young to care this much about whether the dishes are hand-dried immediately to prevent water spots. Too young to have a "system" for grocery shopping that involves three different list-making apps. But then I remember that being Puerto Rican and Mexican means I was born organizing. I was born with a rag in one hand and standards in the other. The lightskin girls in my family were always expected to be "presentable," which apparently translates to having your life together at an age when most people are still figuring out how to do laundr

bodroshodoh

you don't have a heart you can't feel pain you can't feel love you can't feel Joy you don't have a brain you don't have a mind you don't have a stomach you don't have no guts you don't got no gut feeling you can't feel hurt you can't feel pain you can't feel nobody's pain you can't feel sadness or happiness you you just built with wires and let you that motorboy is the circus electricity you can't you ain't you ain't a real person and you ain't you ain't no living breathing being where I am in being you not real real life you don't live on you don't live on the earth nowhere you don't live in

Talkior-FqicDfjc

ain't did nothing