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Very proud to present this little piece I’ve been working on for my pattern portfolio. Hope you guys like it :)!

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“It’s the nation that does not permit you to live.”

Death by Hanging (1968), dir. Nagisa Ōshima

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The context of the film is vital as it is relevant more than ever. The film is about an ethnic Korean in Japan who is set to be executed by hanging. Koreans have historically lived as marginalized members in Japan and have been heavily discriminated against despite many of them having all the makings of citizenship by being born and brought up in Japan. Oshima examines how the state legitimizes violence and racism as it permeates in the Japanese conscious of who is deemed worthy of life and who is not. An underlying theme is that guilty or innocent by state-set terms of criminality, marginalized people are guilty at birth.

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i love when the woman in my bluetooth earbuds says connected... yes we are girl <3

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truer words have never been spoken

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shdhdhdjdjdj they’re talking about god not being real

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“I have a hard time accepting diversity as a synonym for justice. Diversity is a corporate strategy. It’s a strategy designed to ensure that the institution functions in the same way that it functioned before, except now you have some black faces and brown faces. It’s a difference that doesn’t make a difference.

Diversity without structural transformation simply brings those who were previously excluded into a system as racist, as misogynistic, as it was before.”

—Angela Davis

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that’s it folks

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enough...........

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How do you fall back in love with life?

clean your room. clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders. clean the dishes. sweep. take out the trash. peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them. take a long shower. scrub behind your knees. brush your teeth. (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can. the end result is worth it.)

pull out your notebook. it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while. fuck moleskins. the yellow legal pad will work fine. sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list. count clouds. describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise. sketch the cracks in the walls. note the shape light makes when it enters a space. talk about what the air tastes like, smells like. what sounds are there? even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything. remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail. remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness. your world is fathomless. it has potential.

drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed. it does not need to be fancy. buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions. eat it outside. if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs. take your fucking meds. remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body. your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor. take care of it.

read a novel. underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen. read a novel like it’s poetry. read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious. watch a movie you haven’t seen before. if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one. take your time. let yourself bask. if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.

your chosen family is important. remember, they picked you as much as you picked them. the love has no obligation. it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion. you are not a burden. if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people. when they need you, listen and be gracious. always be gracious. the universe sometimes remembers things like that.

listen to new music. link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that. listen to something that you don’t usually listen to. we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music. we are falling in love again. the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.

allow yourself to indulge in romantics. press flowers in old books. play movies with subtitles and mouth the words. dance in your room. wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public. write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them. write poetry, even awful poetry. revel in its awfulness. eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.

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self-portrait based on my reflection in this jar of peaches

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Queer people can’t ignore BLM when signs from the LGBT rights movement could easily be used for BLM today.

We only have parades because we had riots.

“Blue fascism must go!” - 1967:

“Why are the cops fascinated by us?” - c. 1970:

“Police & gvt violence increases daily - against the poor, minorities, women & gays. Are you next? Fight back!! For all of us! & For your own life!” - 1982: