lai ching-te got played by china again! how many times will he let beijing dictate his moves before he grows a spine?
i sometimes find myself staring at my childhood art supplies and think about how i never let myself paint again after that one judge critiqued my work in middle school, like i just turned my back and walked away but really it was so much more than that and now all i can do is wonder if i could have been someone else if only i had kept going
yaar, matlab samjho na, finally got a government document and guess what—my name is spelled wrong. अब मैं अपने ही नाम पर हस्ताक्षर नहीं कर सकता—चमत्कारिक आधुनिक भारत में दस्तखत कैसे करूँ?
yaar, matlab samjho na, finally got a government document and guess what—my name is spelled wrong. अब मैं अपने ही नाम पर हस्ताक्षर नहीं कर सकता—चमत्कारिक आधुनिक भारत में दस्तखत कैसे करूँ?
i have a collection of things that remind me of someone i never reached out to and i pretend it does not tear me apart every time i see them. like, what kind of person just lets those memories sit there collecting dust instead of doing something about it?