What Else Can You Call Privilege? Being Able To Dream Of Fighting And Martyrdom. I Wanted Fighting And

“What else can you call privilege? Being able to dream of fighting and martyrdom. I wanted fighting and martyrdom. Maybe not violence, maybe not violent death - but I wanted to fight for or against something. I wanted it so badly I thought I would die if I couldn’t have it. You felt nothing in the suburbs though. The streets, the houses. Even the sky was the same, day in day out, an overwhelming blue that would swallow your life whole - and then what? I should not have been unhappy, but I was. I was so unhappy it frightened me.”

— Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years

“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.”

— Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years

One day you will eat tomatoes like she taught you and you will teach this to someone else you will learn to love, juice dribbling down your chins. You will take the salt in your hand and shake it onto the fruit’s raw wound. Like this, you’ll say, raising the globe to your lips. Like this.

Leila Chatti, "What Will Happen"

In Japanese, they don’t say “moon,” they say “tsuki,” which literally translates to “moon,” and I think that’s how language works.

there are certain characters that i am just an expert on. anything i say is canon. if you disagree with me youre wrong

songs to crash your car to