a mantra of sorts // A lot of people get stuck looking for control that they aren’t able to see the beauty in the process. Everything is messy and we can’t always expect things to go to plan. I’ve found that I feel more at home in myself when I let myself live, instead of trying to rigidly follow a path I’ve learned from societal conditioning. We’ll receive our lessons in time if we allow ourselves to experience, reflect, and pivot if necessary.
flowers for Friday
been angry. still angry. vote.
you’ve got questions, I’ve got more
a smol reminder to not be a trash human
to all the [subway baes] I ever loved
drawn in a champion pizza
what thoughts are you running away from? LMK IN THE COMMENTS BELOW (or via DM)
everything is not... how it seems ✨
gloopy
a lil overwhelming, a tad terrifying
got a lot of faces
I have a blue house with a blue window
positive affirmations from one weirdo to another
sugary sweet // illustration inspired by candy and the pursuit of sweet thangs // eat too much, spend too much, it’s all a part of the game
DIDN’T SAY BANANA
BUG EYES
When I was growing up, I didn’t have language around race and ethnicity and I ended up spending so much time internalizing the experiences I had that made me feel other. I remember when people used to stare at my family in Chili’s and my parents told us to wave back. When we asked why these adults were staring, mom would say “it’s because you’re so pretty” and sometimes I wish she had told the truth — it’s because they think you’re different and they don’t know how to react. I remember watching tv shows and whenever we would see a vaguely Asian face, my sisters and I would scramble to ethnicelebs.com and verify that, indeed, they were like us. The presence of these people on TV taught me that maybe I could be American enough if I never recognize our differences. I remember the first frat parties I attended at college and going up to mixed people to clarify that yes, they (too) were like me. With a population of 8% Asian, 2% mixed, this was a jump from the ~10 Asian American students I knew from my hometown, it felt so new. Looking back, it’s not that these people necessarily were exactly like me... it’s that they existed. That by them being real, then maybe, inherently, I was real too. I think somewhere along the way, I learned to stop expecting for the media I consume to reflect the life I live. And then sometimes I see someone on tv/the internet/irl that reminds me that yes, I am real. This week I heard @hayleykiyoko in two different stores and it made me tear up because somehow, suddenly, I felt so seen.
revolutions around the sun
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