harlequin-rose:

somehow, i just feel like this song is right for right now. If you don’t listen to this band’s music you should lend an ear here and now

Old, but good. 

(Source: hark-shewhispersoncemore)

reginasmusicandlyrics:

Never in my life have i had to face discrimination of any kind until this past week. Being rejected from NYU was hard but being rejected because I am asian is a completely different story.

One of my closest friend’s was accepted into my dream program, the Stern School of Business at NYU. Funny…

I KNOW! Its my favorite sheldon cooper moment (: 

My dad never got back to me :(

So now I have to be like “Sorry yall” to the schools that wanted the noncustodial form today. To say I couldn’t reach him in a foreign country. 

Ah, whatever. Whats done is done. 

Although I did finish a scholarship essay in my suspenseful waiting, so that was good. 

whatkeybetolock:

162) Criminal by Fiona Apple (1996)

“What I need is a good defense, ‘cause I’m feeling like a criminal”

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ju-rong:

I stumbled by an article a few months ago about a building on Bowery in Chinatown that’s subdivided into 8 by 8 living units that serve as a form of dirt cheap housing. I was walking on Bowery yesterday and suddenly thought about the article, and how difficult everyday life must be for these people.

NY Times Photo Essay on 81 Bowery

The Strangest Landlord-Tenant Relationship In Town?

Really interesting read.

for-me-formidable:

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy — ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness — that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what — at last — I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.

(via gracekimchi)