12 3 / 2013

Here is a photo of what it looks like when you’ve given up on life.

And, yes, that’s a sticker in my hurr. So much WHY it hurts.

Here is a photo of what it looks like when you’ve given up on life.

And, yes, that’s a sticker in my hurr. So much WHY it hurts.

11 3 / 2013

So it’s happened again. The Asian community is flipping out over another racist video on the internet. But this time, it’s not a college girl from California (Remember Alexandra Wallace?); it’s some college boy from Indiana something-or-other. (I obviously did my research there, heh. Sorry, not sorry.)

Well, this guy made a video declaring all the reasons why he wouldn’t want to be Asian. I agree that ignorance shouldn’t be an excuse social injustice, but he complained that if he were Asian, he would have to be good at math. I think that’s a compliment (though I, myself, have been failing math since I was 8.)

To be honest, there are days I hate being Asian: having pushy parents that care way too much about my future, my education, my career—or lack of one (Sorry, moms!)—and how much I weigh since being fat will rule out all of the “high-quality” suitors; being expected to excel at ALL things academic (I have gotten more than my fair share of D’s and F’s, mang); and having guys want you only because they got that “Yellow Fever” (NO THANK YOU). Longest sentence I’ve ever put together in my life!

I’m not trying to make what he said okay because it’s not. But death threats aren’t okay either. Plus, I hear you Asian people calling your homies the “N” word like it’s all cool. That’s not okay either because that’s just prolonging the state of cultural illiteracy too.

So let’s all get on the same page: “Everyone’s a little bit racist” (Avenue Q). Let’s leave these kinds of things in the dust and build skyscrapers that can’t be taken down by planes, go on adventures into deep dark waters, discover the cure for every kind of cancer, protect our children and the trees, feed not only those who are physically hungry but mentally and emotionally as well. Let’s be the bigger person, the bigger community. Let’s move on, people.

Because we’re seriously wasting our time.

Also, if you want to check the blahblahblurb I wrote back in March 2011 about Alexandra What’s-her-face (literally), here’s the link: http://theyellowjacket.tumblr.com/post/4000477128/alexandra-whats-her-face-let-it-go-people. You know if you really got nothing better to do.

11 3 / 2013

Dear my sad, sad Tumblr blog,

I am so very sorry for not posting in a long, long time. You see, I got this new thing called an iPhone for Christmas and since then, well, I haven’t really needed a computer. Sure, I could’ve blogged on my amazing new iPhone, but I have man-hands so that makes typing long detailed blogs difficult. Plus, the screen’s so small it makes editing almost impossible. (You can’t really tell the diff between a comma and a period, Gross.)

These are all excuses, but my laptop caught on fire too. Soooo yeah.

Sorry, dude. Hope we can still be friends.

Love, Bbecky.

01 1 / 2013

ellennnk:

videohall:

I would have aced biology if the teachers all taught the course like the narrator

IS IT BAD THAT I WAS SO AMUSED BY THIS ? best shit ever. 

Heeeeey, sexay laday!

(via ehleesay)

30 12 / 2012

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

be4utiful-insecurities:

petite-conne:

Look at the center of this image for 30sec, then watch Van Gogh’s *Starry Night* come to life

hahah this is sooooo trippyyyy woaaahhh

he was defs high when he painted this magnificent piece of art

Via/Follow The Absolute Greatest Posts…ever.

I could do this all night…

(Source: lovely-kittens)

28 12 / 2012

mydollyaviana:

Disney & Its Lessons of Love

For Ruth.

(via tpolcyn)

06 12 / 2012

12 7 / 2012

wibblywobblytime:

saintbennithy:

clothedloser:

knife-calledlust:

the three MOST honest minutes in television history. EVER. 

wow.. is this real?

i fucking love fuckin aaron sorkin man

This just became my favorite video of all time

(Source: eatprayqueeef, via sanitynevermore)

08 7 / 2012

I was going to keep this poem to myself because it was written in a very difficult place. It also hasn’t been through the rigorous editing like all my other work. But I feel like someone needs to hear this.

It’s important to share the dark corners of our minds, the haunting memories of regret or shame grotesquely warped over time, the unhappy still-hungry sections of our soul. It’s not to brag about our scars but to let the people we love know that wherever they are or feel that they are, they are never truly alone.


MIRROR IMAGE

I look into your eyes and
all I see is a shattered reflection
pieces that no longer fit
scattered about a dark room

You are my mirror image
a cold soul behind a wall of glass
the warmth so human long gone
replaced by an open wound

04 7 / 2012

lolliblog:

There’s a Planned Parenthood clinic a few blocks from our house. Every Saturday morning anti-abortion protesters gather, hoisting homemade signs intended to shock passersby. Not the polite It’s a child, not a choice; these signs are enlarged photographs of aborted fetuses.

Disturbing, yes,…

(Source: lolliblog)