I used to be really embarrassed when my parents would mess up their English but as I got older I realized my parents know Malayalam, Hindi, Tamil, AND English.
They’re way smarter than I am. So I started to chill.
Somebody start talking about how immigrants are dumb because they can’t speak English properly. I’d fucking like to see you try and even remember four different languages, you elitist and racist fuckbaby.
rec me trashy but wildly enjoyable/heart shredding Y.A love stories i need a temporal break from the uni related german poetic realism i’m currently reading
Hemingway goes up to the counter and orders one espresso. It’s hot. He drinks it in silence. It makes him remember his father’s cabin. He thinks about the woman he loved once. He does not smile. The coffee reminds him of war - short but painful, swallowed down quickly. One could order worse drinks. He leaves Starbucks and walks out into the rain.
Anthony Van Dyck, Portrait of a Woman with Roses (detail)
Myself at a nopalera, Milpa Alta, México.
all new learning looks at firstAdrienne Rich, from Powers Of Recuperation (via letters-to-nobody)
Eduardo Mata Icaza
i want to jump into this picture
i’m actually a very chill person IRL like sometimes i only cry maybe once, twice a day