goodnight baby  —     



Why must I punish myself, or save myself, by pretending I am stupid and can’t feel?
Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry (via violentwavesofemotion)


Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Perhaps you don’t really see yourself. Maybe you don’t notice the people looking at you, because you are not looking at them. You might not hear the good things people are saying, because you are not listening. You may look into a mirror and see only flaws, not because it is all that you are made of, but because it’s what you choose to see. You are not flawless. The thing is, people can look at you & do the exact same thing you do to yourself. Difference is, they may choose to see what’s beautiful in you. Truth be told however, not everybody will. But those people that do, hold on to them. These are the people that will believe in you when you don’t even believe in yourself. In this society, you need these people. So dear Lord God. Be one.
- michelle d.


this fucking never fails to make me laugh

For many restaurant workers, the decision to come to the U.S. is irrevocable. But, as the disappointments of immigrant life accrue, it can be hard not to imagine that things might be better elsewhere. Chinese-Americans, despite a good public image, suffer higher rates of poverty than the general public. Mental-health problems are an increasing concern in New York’s immigrant communities. In parts of China where the growing economy has given people more options, the allure of working in the U.S. has faded. This February, in a hostel in Queens, I met a woman who had just returned from a difficult day of job hunting. “I thought America would be heaven, and all it is is cold!” she complained. She returned to Beijing after four months. In Fuzhou, a taxi-driver told me that he was glad his attempts to emigrate had failed. “My father says that having a son in the United States is like having no son at all,” he said.

Tell them you don’t know how Eve felt
when she saw Adam in one hand, and the rest of the fucking universe in the other.

Tell them you don’t know how Eve felt
when she wanted the universe.

Caitlyn Siehl, Maybe Eve Was a Wild Thing
(via thatsyourgold)
The room is full
of the breath of the stories.

That is enough.
Ko Un, from “Stories”, trans. from the Korean by Brother Anthony of Taizé and Lee Sang-Wha (via litverve)


from an IRL convo

i drew a longer story about these two in our comic anthology How Was Your Day, i’ve put some copies up on my storenvy and will also have them at Comic Fiesta in December. please come to KL and visit me lol


Margaret Atwood, Wilderness Tips