””“”“why did you cut your hair?::”“”“” i cut my hair to piss you off. specifially you, i was thinking of you when i cut my hair. i was thinking that you, specifically, would be interested in what my newly short hair meant to you, specifically.
wtf so i’m leaving my dorm today to go home for the rest of the week (FINALLY) and i was making trips to my car in the dorm parking lot to put all my stuff in my car…and i noticed a little note clipped to my windshield and first i thought it was like those little notes those advertisers clip to everyones windshield. then i saw it was handwritten and i got closer and it said “Call me you’re cute - fellow asian” with a number…
I FEEL UNSAFE AS FUCK LOL THAT MEANS THAT NIGGA LIVES IN THE SAME BUILDING AS ME. cus my car is currently in the dorm parking lot. and i’ve been getting in and out all weekend because i’ve been working all weekend and that means at some point he was watching me w.o me knowing and i hope to god that he doesn’t know where my room is cus this building is only 3 floors and the top two are girl’s floors. jesus fuck i locked my door just now and i’m so glad that i’m leaving this town today
such a fucking creep i am not flattered in the slightest i am creeped the fuck out and i have never felt so unsafe in my dorm building. cus there are a lot of asian dudes in this building oh my god ew EW EWWWWW im leaving early for work today lol
❝To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.❞
— Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living (via highskool)