I am but one. Though I feel as if I carry the burden of many. The knowledge of oneself. But not the kind that you find through self discovery. The kind that you come across when it leaves the lips of another. The kind that’s brought to your attention through observation and close examination. And when the words settle in the harbor of your heart, after the long journey from mouth to ear, fighting to travel through the stagnant air between you and her, you die. A little more every time. Walking around with a decaying heart is dangerous. For the young heart wants and the old heart wanted. And the heart that beats but shows no life. It wants. To be left alone. To be forgotten.
ASIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so i saw this post today where people were replacing words in band names with the word “dad” and it reminded me of when my friend ross and i would hang out with our little asian, chen, and do the same thing with the word “asian” so i thought i would share some of them with the tumblr world, hoping you guys would get a chuckle.
Asian Burns Red
In the Midst of Asians
Asian Eats Airplane
IWrestledAnAsianOnce
The Black Asian Murder
ASIAN the band
Asian! at the Disco
As Asians Lay Dying
Red Hot Asian Peppers
Between the Asian and Me
The Asians
Job for an Asian
The Asian Fighters
Asianhead
DMAsian
i’m done now
