the first female chinese immigrant to america was a sixteen-year-old girl who was part of a cultural exhibit where she sat in a life-size diorama and people watched her eat with chopsticks while wearing silk clothes and that’s really all you need to know about the commodification of chinese women
Afong Moy. Her name was Afong Moy. Say the names of people who should be remembered.
3:02 am 22,464 notes
July 19 2014
The red flower that blooms for nine years
stains her summer clothes, summer’s
fingertips; the things she has touched;
a young man’s sleeves and hands.
I’m entering a place where I feel that I could help people;
I’ve never felt well enough to do so before.
10:52 am 3 notes
July 16 2014
2 tomatoes (beefsteak is my favorite)
1/2 a cucumber or 1 celery stalk
1/4-1/2 cup cilantro
1 clove of garlic
1 cherry bomb pepper (start with 1/2, I really like spice so I use 2)
4 pitted dates (soaked)
4 sun-dried tomatoes (soaked)
Next, lightly pulse:
1 (diced) red…
— Ella Eyre (via wank-r)
2:07 pm 329,793 notes
July 13 2014
when you walk into a room that smells like boiling bones, but you don’t say anything because then you’re that freak that knows what boiling bones smells like… classic.
July 12 2014
I’ve experienced a lot lately and found clarity and resolution in matters that have been burdening me for far too long; one of which was the lingering pain of an emotionally destructive relationship. I tolerated someone that was manipulative and degrading, and over the years found myself in cycles of anger, spite, sorrow, and depression. I’ve tried to be dignified, but the thought that he is more accomplished than myself was hard to swallow, feeling that he deserves his serving of misfortune. But now that all feels so far away; he’s tormented in his own way, and obviously has to evolve and learn how to love. Emerging from this has allowed me to see all the things I’ve accomplished, entirely without him, and despite the pain I carried with me. There are really great things to come.
10:58 pm 2 notes
July 10 2014
Yesterday I gave a ride to a hitch hiker named Frolic and at one point he brought up that when you speak with poor intention, that negativity travels through both your heart and throat chakras; you’re creating toxicity within yourself. I’ve heard that what you outwardly express effects you internally, but I haven’t really thought about it like that before.
11:43 am 4 notes
July 9 2014
— (via nadiaaboulhosn)
11:36 am 46,186 notes
July 9 2014
Red paint clung to the cabin like chipped bark,
with glassless windows and a trembling porch.
The floorboards would creak and snap like old
jaw bones, as though it were speaking to us.
It was said to be haunted, but I would disagree;
though there was certainly a spirit amongst us.
— Lorna Morello (Yael Stone) (via note-a-bear)
9:19 am 21,716 notes
June 27 2014