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When I stopped speaking Vietnamese,
It took me years to be comfortable
With calling any elder “you.”
How a language could be so simple
Was beyond my comprehension;
There was no understanding
Of respect.

In Vietnamese, honorifics are law.
You are to address someone
In relationship with their age to yours—
An older man of the same generation:
Anh, older brother.
An older womxn of the same generation:
Chị, older sister.
Cậu or , Mother’s brother or sister,
For someone as old as Mother.
And for someone as old as Father,
Chú or , Father’s brother or sister.
And a person older than both parents
Is bác, a parent’s older sibling.
And even older, an elderly person,
Like Grandpa or Grandma,
Is ông or , grandpa or grandma.

To separate the non-kinship
From the familial is then impossible
For we, Vietnamese, are family.
To pay homage in any other way
Is unacceptable,
Because “you” is impersonal—“You”
Can be any stranger on the street.
Cát-Phương Nguyễn “You” (via no-dickpix)

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glados-kallipygos:

Plants are awful

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postcardsfromamerica:

Jim Goldberg, Joe P., Milwaukee, WI 2014

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humansofnewyork:

"We were smoking outside one time. And this same car kept driving by, and we thought: ‘Man! That’s weird!’ Then we got arrested."

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celi369:

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m in love with light.

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trungles:

It’s my mother’s birthday, and she’s super badass.

And she makes me think a lot about the whole “little boys need a male role model in their lives” ideology that people drum up whenever there’s conversations about family as though little boys only have anything to learn from men, and little girls from women. There’s a certain maligning of respect for mothers, in my case from sons encountering the “mama’s boy” thing. How dare we respect our own mothers’ agency and authority. Being sons and asserting that our own mothers are worthy of respect and admiration is such a flagrant cardinal sin in the eyes of the patriarchy that our belief and experience of their hero-hood is challenged at pretty much every stage of our lives.

That whole social experience is about the survival of cissexism and misogyny, and an expectation that the emulation of gendered roles is the only proper means by which we honor our mothers and fathers as daughters and sons (and only daughters and sons because evidently there’s only two gendered ways to be a proceeding generation), respectively and only respectively, is such an insidious way to way perpetuate the devaluation of women starting with our own families. My mother is her son’s hero. I want to be like her because she’s an amazing-ass person.

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postcardsfromamerica:

Lara, Milwaukee, WI, 2014

Alec Soth

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daisyalioto:

Via Washington City Paper

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I don’t consider myself a feminist, I prefer to call myself a humanist or an egalitarian.
Pseudo-intellectual white dude who prefers to imagine that he’s more enlightened than feminists and also is uncomfortable with the thought that he’s part of the problem and also has a incorrect conception of feminism.  (via politisnap)

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BOY GOSH DANG HOWDY YOU KNOW WHAT’S GREAT?

spending fifteen minutes doing laptop surgery trying to wedge and prise your keyboard out before realizing in quiet horror you forgot to remove one last screw holding it down

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