I look like an extremely professional fashionable woman in an Abaya. It probably took me AGES to look this professional right?
WRONG. I’m actually wearing my onesie underneath it and you will NEVER KNOW MWAHAHAHA
Wanna know another secret? Even though i LOOK like I’m paying attention to whatever nonsense you are saying…..
I AM ACTUALLY WEARING HEADPHONES AND LISTENING TO MUSIC
i have no time for professors or people in general who don’t even attempt to pronounce your name correctly and dismiss you when you try to correct them. this guest professor butchered my name numerous times and I told him the correct pronunciation for the third time and he completely dismissed me and said “yeah yeah, you” and pointed at me.
if someone refuses to take fifteen seconds to learn how to pronounce your name then don’t even fucking acknowledge them let alone give them an actual response.
uh in 2001 after 9/11 some kid asked me why my dad like flew a plane into the two towers and like my friend said, “leave her alone, she’s one of the good ones” and people would call me a terrorist up until like middle school in 2006 so no, you can’t wear a bindi what the fuck
I just want a Black or Brown girl character who gets everything Buffy did: strength and power enough to save the world, but also the space to be soft and vulnerable, the freedom to feel desire and love given and received.
The season of leg shaving is upon us.
people say to you, you’ve changed, or something like that, well, i hope, for the sake of god that you have changed, because i don’t want to be the same person all my life. i want to be growing, i want to be expanding. i want to be changing. because animate things change, inanimate things don’t change. dead things don’t change. and the heart should be alive, it should be changing, it should be moving, it should be growing, its knowledge should be expanding.
resume: an introverted night person desperately trying to be an extroverted morning person