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You were different than everyone else to begin with, Seol. You’ve always observed me, and it was always obvious whenever you didn’t like something. This may sound funny, but I always found that helpful. No matter how minor they may have seemed to you. It might have been because you were scared of me. Scared that you might end up provoking me. I don’t like that. But it’s not like that now. Now…I’m scared that you might leave me.

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KYLE

Why did you try to find the dog again?
STAN
Uhhhh cuz you said if I put the dog face filter on Coconut you won’t be mad at me anymore
So… :0
KYLE
You know I was never mad at you, right?
It was a joke. I was joking.
STAN
Yeah I know
But I wanted to do it anyways
KYLE
Why?
STAN
Idk
I thought you would get a kick outta it?
I wanted to make you smile
KYLE
You’re fucking unbelievable.
STAN
Yeah but did it work
KYLE
Yes.
It worked. You made me smile.

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“As also someone who’s making a deal, I will do my best to fulfill my duties.”

Follower Friday: hipstirrednotshaken

Follower Fridays is a series of profiles highlighting members of Gaysian Third Space to showcase the diversity of gaysians in the Community. This week’s featured member is @hipstirrednotshaken.

Who are you?

Hello, it’s me. I’m Irving, a 2nd gen Chinese American trying to find his way in the world through food, love, and just a little wine* (JUST A LITTLE!)

Where are you from?

From the suburbs of southern California through and through, but I think I was always a city kid at heart. I do miss parking lots and free parking though.

What do you do?

I’m learning how to save lives as a third year medical student in San Francisco, otherwise I’m brunch chef, netflix connoisseur, existential crisis personified, and power ballad lip-sync-for-your-LIFE-er.

What are you passionate about?

I’ve always been passionate about API, undocumented, immigrant, LGBTQ, and youth health. My goal is to treat patients in clinic and advocate for communities in the streets.

What is your dream job (real or fantasy)?

I vacillate between either being a bomb-ass director of public health for a large urban metropolis or a trophy housespouse with a splashback kitchen and asthetique interiors.

If you could change the world with one idea, what would it be?

That health is a right that has no price, no bottom line, and no borders.

Washing my mouth of you.
Brushing until my gums bleed.
Sink is a cloud of pink
and my tongue is metal in my mouth.
Brushing until you become 
the open wound, not the salt.

I bit my nails to the tender today.
I took 53 pictures of my lips and
wished I had a stranger to send them to,
a stranger who would recognize them
as ones he once wanted to kiss.

I wonder if anyone has ever wanted to climb
the hill my eyes make when they close.
I wonder if falling in love is bullshit.
If it’s just another store with only one size
or chocolates that go on sale the day after Valentine’s.

I wonder if falling out of love
is not just another way of saying,
‘I’m going to pretend I didn’t think
this was a wonderful idea when he looked at me
like I was first snowfall and I answered with
hands to his cheeks like church bells.’

I forgive myself for you.
This heart is underground parking lot
where all the cars start at once,
a hundred engines rumbling softly like belly laughs.

That is where the laugh is born.
Underground. Between the lungs.
Inside the inside.
That is where I learn to snap my neck to the sky
and be the kind of happy that made you
weak in the first place.

—  Back to Basics | Ramna Safeer