bad girls do it well Cristy, 23, New York City. Hong Kong-Chinese American womanist. Cis girl, she/her/hers.
This blog is a collection of the personal, the pretty, and the sociopolitical.
Trigger warning for rape/sexual assault, trans/misogyny, racism, and anti-Blackness.
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We need to feel the difference between the sound of spring rain falling like a soft whisper and that of the autumn rain falling with pops and crackles. It is only the person who enjoys resonance with nature who can be said to have a true character. A dandelion blooming by the side of the road is more precious than all the gold in the world. We need to have a heart that knows how to love nature and love people.
Sun Myung Moon, from As a Peace-Loving Global Citizen (via commovente)


Can we take a minute to appreciate golden curls for a second, please?

May you pick up your tea when it’s exactly the right temperature, and may you happen to glance out the window when the light is just how you like it.

Casual Blessings  (via allthingssoulful)

This is beautiful. We need more blessings like it.

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Art history meme (x) - 1/3 countries/regions - Far East Asia

Lofty Mount Lu by Shen Zhou | Blue Birds at Night by Watanabe Shotei | Pear Blossoms by Qian Xuan | Apricot Blossoms and Peacocks by Lü Ji | Plum Blossoms by Sun Long and Chen Lu | Moran Hojeopdo by Joseon | A Pair of Peacocks in Spring by Imao Keinen | Summer. Blooming wisteria and fish by Watanabe Shotei

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I’ve been seeing rain animations around and I really wanted to draw one, too uvu


I’ve been seeing rain animations around and I really wanted to draw one, too uvu


Tina Chang:  Do you think that absence has a presence, too?

Li-Young Lee: I love that question. I’ve been thinking about something for a long time, and I keep noticing that most human speech—if not all human speech—is made with the outgoing breath. This is the strange thing about presence and absence. When we breath in, our bodies are filled with nutrients and nourishment. Our blood is filled with oxygen, our skin gets flush; our bones get harder—they get compacted. Our muscles get toned and we feel very present when we’re breathing in. The problem is, that when we’re breathing in, we can’t speak. So presence and silence have something to do with each other.

The minute we start breathing out, we can talk; speech is made with the outgoing, exhaled breath. The problem that is poses, though, is that as we exhale, nutrients are leaving our bodies; our bones get softer, our muscles get flaccid, our skin starts to loosen. You could think of that as the dying breath. So as we breath out, we have less and less presence.

When we make verbal meaning, we use the dying breath. In fact, the more I say, the more my meaning is disclosed. Meaning grows in opposite ratio to presence or vitality. That’s a weird thing. I don’t know why God made us that way.

It’s a kind of paradigm for life, right? As we die, the meaning of our life gets disclosed. Maybe the paradigm for living is encoded or embedded in speech itself, and every time we speak we’re enacting on a small-scale, microcosmic level the bigger scale of our lives. So that the less vitality we have, the more the meaning of our lives get disclosed.

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But teaching me is easy since I know nothing. 
Blissfully Yours | Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2002

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Blissfully Yours, directed by Apichatpong Weerasethakul

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I wonder how anyone could think I’m too dark, when my skin is a declaration of how much the sun is in love with me.
I.S. Jones. (via theblacksophisticate)

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Kilo Kish for Nylon magazine (outtake)
photo: Clément Pascal


Kilo Kish for Nylon magazine (outtake)

photo: Clément Pascal

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Josef Hoflehner - Patience (2006-2012)

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Watercolour Painting: The Old Beijing Hutong(老北京胡同)

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I found a treasure trove of beautiful pictures of Pakistan from the 80s and 90s and I’m feeling so nostalgic and proud.  All picture were taken by Peshawar native Noor Khan, the man in blue in the last picture.

  1. Sunset from my window Hashtnagri, Peshawar City 1988 
    Before I had my own house I lived in a roof top apartment in Mohallah Gari Saidan, in Hashtnagri, in the house of Bibi Ji and family.
  2. Mohammad Khan, Bachano Killi, NWFP
    An old tobacco farmer
  3. Buffalo, Brick Cart and Dog, Peshawar City, Pakistan 1982
  4. Bus near Abbottabad, Pakistan 1982
  5. Badshahi Mosque, Lahore 1988
    Taken from the top of the minar, faxcing the front gate and Shahi (lal) Qilla
  6. Nan Bhai, Gilgit, Pakistan 1982
    Bread bakery

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