sending all the love imaginable to dark-skinned asian girls, pale asian girls, petite ones, fat ones, asian girls with monolids, double lids, crooked lids, w/e. trans asian girls, mixed asian girls, girls who are told they’re not “asian” enough on account of where they’re from, how they act, or how they look. lots of love for asian girls who love math, who’d rather paint, or who don’t know wtf they’re doing with their lives. shoutout to the girls who are called exotic or terrorists or china dolls, girls who are fetishized and girls who are dehumanized. girls who deal with jokes about their race and threats because of their race. girls who look and act like the stereotype, and girls who do everything to break it. love for the asian girls who speak their mother tongue and are ridiculed, those who hate themselves for not knowing it, and those who don’t know what theirs even is. shoutout to the young asian girls, who deal with things before they’re even old enough to understand it, and the older ones, the ones who have learned enough and seen enough to be women. love for those who don’t love themselves and some extra for those who have learned to love because you still deserve it all.
(via heart)
A poem for mornings.
Coffee, coffee, coffee,
Coffee.
Coffee, Coffee,
Everyone shut up.
Coffee.
(Source: moscowavenue, via soulfulbunny-deactivated2019010)
it’s sad how people who are so kind and lovely hate themselves
