it’s always “you’re so pretty” “you’re so sweet” “you’re so nice” and never “i see you and i recognise in you all of the pain you’ve had to endure and suffer and i want to tell you you don’t need to be perfect or pretty or always performing well to be deserving of love;
I realize working on stories for the 25th anniversary of September 11th and the anniversary of my mother’s death were getting to me. The last time I really thought about that day was six years ago when my mother passed away. In 2020, I tried to…
ا(للهم بعلمك الغيب، وقدرتك على الخلق، أحيني ما علمت الحياة خيرا لي، وتوفني إذا علمت الوفاة خيرا لي، اللهم إني أسألك خشيتك في الغيب والشهادة، وأسألك كلمة الحق في الرضا والغضب، وأسألك القصد في الغنى والفقر، وأسألك نعيما لا ينفد، وأسألك قرة عين لا تنقطع، وأسألك الرضا بعد القضاء،
icf im acting crazybut myself, bleed, and accept my fate
ileed through your tv screen, really just think
i write with a bloody pen with blood ink
im a bloody poet with a bloodier past blood on my heart because i know itll never last
fm too stoic to be a poet
ollowed by satan
I started community college majoring in computer science since I cared about money and ignored pursuing math and physics since I felt like I couldn’t do much with it. First semester was rough. It made me realize how many problems I have when it comes to trying to learn.