chanavong

a day in the life.
photographer. creative writer. Dreamer.
[Everything I post is doneso by me unless otherwise stated]
Possibly our biggest argument yet…

Rest assured, I won. 

PS I’m sure you’re reading this before work… So have fun and stay away from the mud! Smell you later, stinky.

Possibly our biggest argument yet…

Rest assured, I won.

PS I’m sure you’re reading this before work… So have fun and stay away from the mud! Smell you later, stinky.

deantron:

gills928:

yaaas bish

signal boost like a mo fucka’ WERRRRRRRRRK. The closest i’m gonna get to a reunion :’[

Because as a child, being told, ‘Go back to where you came from’ by white kids holding sticks is #asianprivilege

(Source: vietnamemes, via chefdoctorman)

White people get so angry at the phrase, “You cannot be racist towards white people.”

I will never understand why.

Why are you so angry that you are being treated as actual human beings? You are not reduced to caricatures, but portrayed as characters. You are treated fairly, judged not by your skin tone, but by the ways that you carry yourselves, by your actions.

Why do you want to experience racism so badly? It is not fun to be mocked, dehumanized, attacked, killed, incarcerated simply for daring to exist. It is not fun to know nothing of your history or family because it was torn apart, whether through distance or death. It is not fun to hear, at every turn, comments reminding you of your lesser status as humans.

Do you really want to turn on the tv, open a magazine, watch a movie, play a video game, and not see yourself? Or, even better, to only see yourself as a criminal, as a drunk, a mocking stereotype, or as someone to be killed off? Or would you rather see fleshed out, well-written characters with lives and personalities and feelings? I know which I’d rather pick.

If I were a white person, the phrase, “You cannot be racist towards white people,” would be the best thing I could ever hear.

—I finally put some thoughts into words  (via hi-dianaa)

(Source: thedeathcats, via areyoukeedingme)

I naughty. I time out.

PS Happy 9 months and yay to not being so long long distance anymore (:

I naughty. I time out.

PS Happy 9 months and yay to not being so long long distance anymore (:

movieshift:

"You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone."

movieshift:

"You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone."

(via heartkid)

Mommy wow, I’m a big kid Nhao!

(Haha, see what I did there?)

Mommy wow, I’m a big kid Nhao!

(Haha, see what I did there?)

Step into my office. #jkitsnotmyoffice #newjob #gotthekeystoday #wedding #photographer #videographer #editor #lonely #backinmoghetto

Step into my office. #jkitsnotmyoffice #newjob #gotthekeystoday #wedding #photographer #videographer #editor #lonely #backinmoghetto

She & Him

—You Really Got A Hold On Me

wretched-reveries:

Seems that I’m always thinkin’ of you
Oh, ho, ho, you treat me badly, I love you madly
You’ve really got a hold on me

You can’t keep waiting for something to happen. You’ve got to give it your all and hope for the best. If you realize that your best isn’t enough, then it’s time you should try something else.

damn.

I’m drained.

I just need a week day to myself. 

Last night, I finally got to see the Perseid Meteor Shower with a special someone. Call me lame, dorky, whatever you want, but I’ve waited a good five years for this moment. I hate being a writer and a former hopeless romantic, because I eat these things up faster than the meat finally cooking at a self-serve Korean BBQ restaurant. Anywho, everything was perfect from the empty park, the sounds of the crickets and bullfrogs, the slightly wet grass, the short walk we took to find the darkest spot, and just lying beside you and seeing the (two) shooting stars that would make our night even better.

I haven’t written about you in a while… And I know these things flatter you and make your already huge ego even bigger, but oh well. Stinky deserves to know that I like him a lot.

Those five years were worth the wait - even if we’re a day late because you sleep too much.