My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations
Because there was no other place
to flee to. I came back to the scene of the disordered senses.
to flee to. I came back to the scene of the disordered senses.
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Identity
I think one of the issues that people struggle with is identity. Of who they are as a person when they immigrant to another country. I am one of these people. Been seen as different from the “rest” cause I’m able to socialize with all different cultures, besides my own. I have socialized with all kinds of different cultures. I’ll be honest, I have been struggling with this issue since I was young until today. I had a talk to my dad about this issue of mine. He told me it’s alright. It’s ok to be different. That was all I needed to hear from him.
This is what I need to say to those who are also struggling with this. It is alright. It is ok to be able to mix with different cultures. You are more diverse. You do not need to always keep to only your own culture. Just don’t forget your roots.
Let’s get lost in the city.
Cellphones off, no maps, no plans .. just you, me, and the city lights. Let’s walk aimlessly and stumble upon late night cafes and hole in the wall restaurants. Let’s find art exhibits, hip hop joints, record stores, fashion boutiques, and buy token things to remember the night. Let’s eat the food off the carts, and take pictures of everything.
— everything.
Let’s have a perfect night.
Just one.
You, me, and the city lights.
❝
To everyone who told you you’re not good enough… They’re no better
— Hayley Williams (via myalways0)
