August Is For Realizing Your Spotify Wrapped Is Irreversibly Fucked

he really went (｡ŏ_ŏ)

actually i have even less tolerance for diaspora who act like this isn't an issue. you literally don't have to out yourselves as so disconnected from history. seasia is still recovering from the effects of japanese imperialism, korea is still petitioning for reparations (or even just a fucking apology!) for comfort women, and until today japan continues to propagandise or straight-up lie about what it did during wartime. it is downright irresponsible to reduce the issue to fanwars or chinese nationalism and the language people have used is incredibly fucking disrespectful

anyways here’s pretty wwx cause we all need it in our lives lets be honest

WeiLan: 10,000 years of pining

WangXian: A decade worth pining

WenZhou: FUCK pining. I just met you but we are now soulmates. No take backs.

i love this app

like no one cares about your insecurities and deep rooted issues SHUT UP

sometimes i just want to talk to people and it being fun rather than me oversharing and killing the convo

you know what i hate twitter so much today so I'll be here

aaj ki chai is from this scene in tapan sinha’s ek doctor ki maut (1990). shabana azmi’s understated but poignant performance as seema, the wife of a brilliant doctor whose single obsession with his research brings selfishness and callousness to his marriage is so visceral, especially in small moments like this one. seema fries puris and make two cups of tea as she waits for her husband to come home, a familiar scene in the homes of many, especially within india. her husband talks about his research, the people he met, and lists all his complaints for the day before being cajoled into sitting at the dinner table. she serves the tea and the plate of puris and sits by his side, shoulder to shoulder, as a companion. then she talks about her conversation with her sister while gently reprimanding her husband for never calling those relatives back. he agrees to please her and then quickly grabs his cup of tea and two puris to leave for his lab. and seema! shocked and baffled, she tells him she’s not yet finished with her tea only to hear that familiar indifference–”then finish it”. and shabana azmi with all the subtlety she’s know for, moves from shock to bitter acceptance and then quickly back to the briefest expression of hurt. 

and she drinks her cup of tea alone.

one thing i like about tapan sinha’s work in this film is that seema is her own person, not the archetype of a wife in indian films (even noncommercial ones) who only exists to mutely support and share the burden of her husband’s dreams. later in the film she expresses how that callousness feels and affects her, especially against the expectations of what she thought their marriage would be like–one in which she is cared for, one in which there is companionship. i feel like i know too many women in marriages who drink their cup of tea alone. or put too much hope into what differences a cup of tea can bridge. 

#wangxian: tu muskura <3

( it's one of my favourite songs ever and wangxian just fit it perfectly also yes that's my twitter acc in the watermark )

LXC, to WWX: hello, young master Wei, how was your evening? Would you like some tea? Alcohol? Spicy food?

JC: *is always 000.3 seconds away from committing a hate crime every time he lays eyes on LWJ*