larrycoincidences:

whenever i get low on money i start thinking really irrationally like what if i hadn’t spent that $10 back in 2004 

claiming my skin

queerasiwannabe:

offcenterwriting:

white-washed: my classmates said i
had black skin but white insides, like
an Oreo cookie. first i
took that as a compliment, but
i wrestled with the cognitive dissonance
separating my mind from my skin; was
blackness more than melanin? i
leaned into black power, black 
art, black individuality & the strength of the
collective, learning that my body isn’t a jail but a
kingdom, and now i take pride.

Oh my god.

timeanddisregard:

It seems like cats never forgot the fact that they were worshipped as gods thousands of years ago 

😴

I was so tired this morning that when the baby woke me up crying, i thought i was the one crying. I woke up and checked my face like why i am crying. Then my brain finally got it together and now idk how i feel about myself anymore lol.

"  

My notebook has remained blank for months
thanks to the light you shower
around me. I have no use
for my pen, which lies
languorously without grief.

Nothing is better than to live
a storyless life that needs
no writing for meaning—
when I am gone, let others say
they lost a happy man,
though no one can tell how happy I was.

  "
Ha Jin, “Missed Time,”  Poetry (July 2000). (via literarymiscellany)