Because Everytime It’s Not Loud, It’s Louder

“I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day—mock me horribly!”

― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“The body as home, but only if it is understood that bodies are never singular, but rather haunted, strengthened, underscored by countless other bodies.”

— Eli Clare, Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness, and Liberation

Home isn't somewhere you born but you're raised with care

Well, that’s enough internet for me today.

And today I did my hair,went to the church

Met my parents after a month,brought home some duck eggs and some herbs.

Cleaned my tub and washed my breasts.

My plants were green and my apple was not rotten today.

White linen sheets and dirty curtains still made my bed.

I did all the things but didn't wait for someone again.

Terraced rice field in water season in YuanYang, China

"Even when it is not enough for others, if it is enough for you, you can live inside it."

- "Sometimes everything inside you cries,but your eyes"

the reason i like staying up late so much is because between the hours of 1am-5am, the world is quiet and no one expects anything from me. i could stare at my wall for 4 hours and there would be no consequences. it’s so silent and calm. i love it