Selamat Hari Buruh. Berikut kompilasi bacaan tentang kondisi material kelas pekerja mulai dari rutinitas klerikal, perlawanan serikat, hingga realitas kaum pinggiran
I spent my morning crying looking at this silhouette of Christina Koch’s braided hair on Artemis II and the way it makes us all feel connected as a woman regardless of where we are and who we are
i feel like when people say “dahil ang pag-ibig ay mapagpalaya, ang ibigin ka ay pakikibaka” they forget that it is first and foremost about the philippines than anything else
everytime someone grieves, the first thing i wish for them is a space wide enough to let that grief sit by their side. may you have a long conversation with it, long enough to remind you that the heart you use to love is the same heart that is trained to keep you alive.
because i also dream of having eternal peace in a place as beautiful as what i have in front of me. is it too much to wish for life to become gentler on my skin?
how unfortunate it is to exist in paradise — whenever i look at these beautiful blue crystal waters, all i could ever think is drowning. and i feel guilty for staining bloody thoughts over something as perfect, something as beautiful.
not minimalist nor maximalist enough to be one. just enough to be in between being comfortable with chaos while having the habit of being organized. this never ending loop of fixing and re-layouting my whole space during this hour makes me go mad and i love it.