In bed by midnight, sensible kittens (Taken with instagram)
I know this is meant to flatter me with zeitgeisty buzzwords, but it’s actually…. surprisingly accurate.
(via What Makes You?)
Me and my girl Marie got to having a pretty juicy conversation about growing up biracial, being Asian but mistaken for Latina (and vice versa), boyfriends who like it too much when you do your Rosie Perez voice, and the tragic lack of Pinoy role models, and we decided to share our chat with Rookie.
Love is a man who puts up with your 4-hour Geto Boys, Guy, Bobby Brown, and Jodeci jags and kisses you when you’re greasy and grumpy in the middle of Whole Foods like it’s Officer and a Gentleman or some shit.
As Ben Court, Ph.D. once said, “Love rules.”
We look like we just woke up and realized it wasn’t ‘69 anymore. They closed this shop, it’s too bad cuz I wanted that Movement Soul record and I’m missing a Patty Waters jawn. I should probably stop wearing clothes I bought when I was 13.
Photo by the lovely and talented.
Slight update to that outfit I thrifted a few weeks back. Added some extra junk so hopefully now it screams Shirley Kurata, and not just Velma (although…).
Agnes B. sweater, tennis skirt, Ferragamos, purse: thrifted. Leica: gift from guy. Sunglasses: gift from Marissa. Pins from wherever.
Just a photo I took in a sports bar bathroom because my hair was tumbly and my lips were pillowy (Taken with instagram)
Me and Derek in front of his birthday rainbow, cameo by John’s thumb. It didn’t rain too much and the Yankees won. I’m glad he got born.
