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no regrets on what i did out of love.

i really am sick of this “immigrant parent = martyr” stereotype when in reality, a healthy portion of these immigrant parents take out their frustrations on the children they don’t even fully nurture most of the time yet expect them to do an adults job without any form of thanks, no offense. like most immigrant parents that i know push their children to the emotional brink while not allowing them access to any sort of mental health professional or even validating to the child that YES THIS IS A SHITTY SITUATION UR IN IM SORRY it’s always about the parents & about the parents pain and about the parents lives and about the parents drama. about about about about everyone … except for the child/children who are expected to give up everything even things they don’t actually have, for the parents “honor” the family’s “honor” the “honor” of the people back home & it’s like …… enough with the single narrative. it seems like immigrant parents work hard but immigrant children are like gaslighted & manipulated for literally all of their lives & guilt tripped into situations long past healthy expiration dates

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“It is very tempting to take the side of the perpetrator. All the perpetrator asks is that we do nothing... The victim, on the contrary, asks the bystander to share the burden of pain. The victim demands action, engagement and remembering.”

– Judith Herman

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Yayoi Kusama

Japan, b.1929

BUTTERFLY, 1980

watercolor and pen on paperboard 9 ½ x 10 ¾ in. | 24 x 27.5 cm.

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reciprocity reciprocity reciprocity reciprocity

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“The worst thing about wars is that they reduce the enemy to a single characteristic. The country ceases to be history, language, architecture, theater, gardens, and legends; a heritage of love stories, philosophy and science; shared ancestral dreams and uncountable varieties of human striving along the roads of the universe. Instead, every becomes a mere label, blot, field of battle. This is what war has done to the names Palestine, Vietnam, Lebanon, Bosnia, Kosovo, Afghanistan, and Iraq. These are no longer multifaceted countries and their names are mentioned in news bulletins not as such but as ‘fields’–fields from which the numbers of the dead and wounded are garnered daily like the output of a canned goods factory. The whole of history is now ‘today’ and today has become a reduction of every ‘yesterday’ that has passed over the face of this earth, a reduction of all history. AS though al-Mutanabbi had never walked the markets of al-Kufa hugging himself with joy at a nation that would be singing his verses for a thousand years. As though the Abbasids had never built their libraries on the banks of the Tigris and Abu Nuwas never maintained his pinnacle of shamelessness and flagrant sexual indulgence through to the pinnacle of day after first exhausting the night with poetry and lovely depravties that spared neither male nor female. As though al-Hallaj had never been crucified defending what he had seen with the eye of the imagination and the eye of the mind. AS though Hammurabi had never written his code on tablets of burnt clay before Coca-Cola and Mcdonald’s had been transformed into a religion for all mankind, while Gilgamesh, who achieved immortality but not finding the plant of immortality on the steppes of his everlasting legend, is treated as though he were not of the land of Iraq. Bush and Rumsfeld reduced all of this to the word ‘enemy.’”

— Mourid Barghouti, I Was Born There, I Was Born Here

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elevators can’t even get you to my level

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Witches Sabbath Francisco Goya, 1789

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Parents be like that’s my emotional support eldest daughter

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parents be like that’s the third parent in the family, my eldest daughter

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parents be like that’s my parent, my eldest daughter

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“Blushes” - Wolfgang Tillmans

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from “A Woman’s Beauty” by Susan Sontag

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“A cry for attention is positioned as a crime, as if attention were inherently a selfish thing to want. But isn’t wanting attention one of the most fundamental traits of being human—and isn’t granting it one of the most important gifts we can ever give?”

— Grand Unified Theory of Female Pain, Leslie Jamison (x)

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““You are a cripple,” Danton said at last. His voice was weary, flat. “It’s not Couthon who’s a cripple, it’s you. Don’t you know, Robespierre don’t you know there’s something wrong with you? Do you ever ask yourself what God left out, when he made you? I used to make jokes at your expense, I used to say you were impotent, but it’s more than balls you’re missing. I wonder if you’re real, I see you walk and talk, but where’s the life in you?” “I do live.” Robespierre looked down. He touched his fingertips together, like a nervous witness. “I do live. In my fashion.””

— Hilary Mantel, A Place of Greater Safety (via iris-rising)