• me to a white person: what's your ethnicity
  • white person: i'm 1/4 vanilla bean, 2 cups of skim milk, 3 tablespoons of tapioca, 1 teaspoon of corn starch etc
redefiningfood:

Multicolored Bell Peppers at the Kendall Square Farmer’s Market [More Farmer Market Finds]

Apart from the fact that green bell peppers are sometimes considered “unripe” bell peppers, the difference between red, green, yellow, even purple bell peppers seems to be primarily aesthetic. It is a difference that is markedly surface level yet at once a deciding factor in their usage, and possibly a psychological factor affecting the way our taste buds perceive them, yet unlike the difference between red, green and yellow chillies (if you’ve ever mistaken a yellow chilli or a small red one for a large green one then you would definitely know what I’m talking about) there is nothing fundamentally dramatic about the distinction in their tastes. 
I feel like I am the reverse of the multicolored bell pepper concept - whilst I look similar to the kids who have grown up in America and certainly have been told that I have an American accent and sound like I’ve been a longtime participant of American culture, I feel fundamentally foreign. There is sometimes a sensationalist satisfaction with meeting new people here and observing their reaction when I say “I’m from Thailand”, but less fun is the culture shock of actually being from Thailand and adjusting to a world where expectations of what constitutes “fun” in an American residential college are so different. The rumoured party culture has become reality, and every single movie stereotype has been fulfilled despite what others have said to the contrary, and I sometimes feel overwhelmed by the sheer sensory overload of it all. 
What I need to become is a bell pepper - a transferrable taste across tongues, adapting to the situation despite awkward differences that sometimes seem insurmountable. It’s a work in progress, but also an act of neccessity. 

redefiningfood:

Multicolored Bell Peppers at the Kendall Square Farmer’s Market [More Farmer Market Finds]

Apart from the fact that green bell peppers are sometimes considered “unripe” bell peppers, the difference between red, green, yellow, even purple bell peppers seems to be primarily aesthetic. It is a difference that is markedly surface level yet at once a deciding factor in their usage, and possibly a psychological factor affecting the way our taste buds perceive them, yet unlike the difference between red, green and yellow chillies (if you’ve ever mistaken a yellow chilli or a small red one for a large green one then you would definitely know what I’m talking about) there is nothing fundamentally dramatic about the distinction in their tastes. 

I feel like I am the reverse of the multicolored bell pepper concept - whilst I look similar to the kids who have grown up in America and certainly have been told that I have an American accent and sound like I’ve been a longtime participant of American culture, I feel fundamentally foreign. There is sometimes a sensationalist satisfaction with meeting new people here and observing their reaction when I say “I’m from Thailand”, but less fun is the culture shock of actually being from Thailand and adjusting to a world where expectations of what constitutes “fun” in an American residential college are so different. The rumoured party culture has become reality, and every single movie stereotype has been fulfilled despite what others have said to the contrary, and I sometimes feel overwhelmed by the sheer sensory overload of it all. 

What I need to become is a bell pepper - a transferrable taste across tongues, adapting to the situation despite awkward differences that sometimes seem insurmountable. It’s a work in progress, but also an act of neccessity. 

I got dressed this morning. For myself.
Put on eye liner. for myself.

Put on my favorite red lipstick. for myself.

Showed a bit of skin. for myself
I wanted to be beautiful. For myself.

(via moaka)


To just sleep in a car like this, with your best friend or boyfriend and not worry because its just you two and tomorrow you’re just going to climb out of bed and into the front of the car where you’ll drive off. Another day on your road trip together, living, laughing, loving.

To just sleep in a car like this, with your best friend or boyfriend and not worry because its just you two and tomorrow you’re just going to climb out of bed and into the front of the car where you’ll drive off. Another day on your road trip together, living, laughing, loving.