Some Parts Of My Room ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

It has been 8 months and counting now, but every day I choose to be shocked and scandalized and rendered speechless by the utterly brutish, utterly horrific atrocities committed by Israel every single day. It should never become a new normal to know a whole country’s being genocided and to choose to distract ourselves w other things instead. It should never be standard to look at fundraisers of families suffering and choose to ignore them, to look the other way, to write them off as scams to alleviate any sort of guilt or gravity or moral implication that comes with ignoring these fundraisers. They should never ever be things we are okay with because it’s “just what Israel does now” “it’s just how people are” “it’s just racism.”

i'm watching howl's moving castle and i've decided on a new maslow's hierarchy of needs

a quick sherb i drew for a friend 📖🥀

A lot of people have asked me about prints of these caffeinated critters, and I’m happy to announce that they’re now available through gallery nucleus portland here!  Thank you so much for your support and interest in these pieces! 💛

“Bilinguals overwhelmingly report that they feel like different people in different languages. It is often assumed that the mother tongue is the language of the true self. (…) But, if first languages are reservoirs of emotion, second languages can be rivers undammed, freeing their speakers to ride different currents.”

— Love in Translation by Lauren Collins from the New Yorker, August 8 & 15, 2016   (via waltzingwithmidnight)

Catalina Cheng, “YOU ARE GAY AND CHINESE”

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Days in Yunmeng

finding another use for suibian