maithanhmai:

SHOOT ME IN THE FACE whyyyyyyyyyyy

what the hell was he doing inside the Suez Canal with 40 pounds of ammunition on his back? IDIOT

thecurlytangod:

royakazhran:

laylababe:

hithanhmai:

i don’t put my religious sense in front of others. but…it’s times like this. spirituality isn’t just in words. when i look at the Masada and i think of the Promise Land, i just can’t believe how lucky we are.

and we have this beautiful desert. these beautiful sands. the wide, blue ocean.

when people speak of Moses parting the seas and people taking their breathtaking first few steps across the sand, i think of our grandparents arriving after the Shoah. when they arrived, they felt a true sense of life, purity and love. they knew that they were safe.

i feel really close to our faith. it’s not at school, i don’t feel the need to broadcast it.

i like being respectful and going to services, listening to testimonies from survivors and taking in each breath with gratitude.

i’m really glad the Homeland Project is my 1st assignment. i am proud of our heritage. this is clear. this, to me, is safe.

my faith will never wake up and tell me that it no longer loves me. i should’ve just focused on this all along.

my people vs. your people. GO!

i think their people won…thanh! ♥

^yeah we did.

i know how much you guys love that stuff :) it’s a pretty nice desert.

artchipel:

Patrick Taberna - au fil des jours (2000-2004)

bjorkgifs:

inside björk

renniebunny:

bjork is my babe.

beanfield:

Installation by Esther Stocker.

pulmonaire:

Drawings by James Bills

oliphillips:

Dual Portrait

by Barry x Ball

hithanhmai:

these were the 1st pictures i took this year! blerg so mischievous…i was really happy. what happened??

you are an angel.

hithanhmai:

i really miss all my friends. 

there are so many other places our family could be living. tel aviv, israel. sarajevo, bosnia. moldova. vietnam. san francisco. los angeles. i don’t understand why we ever left. 

i understand that to my parents, they made the right decision. huntington beach has been a safe, sheltered place for me to grow up. for us to recooperate.

but i feel really restless. i don’t really feel like i have a life here. i’m just going through the motions. true, this routine is interrupted by short-ived euphoria, but i can’t wait to get away.

teenage angst. i think not. humanity calling? i think so.

just in case you didn’t experience enough cute today, i didn’t want to leave you hanging.

hey! it’s thanh

fucking yesss!