I hate that there are no uppercase letters in arabic like how am I supposed to sound like im angry when I'm typing "ما بدي اشوف وجهك بعد اليوم"

“Dostoyevsky was right; every self-betrayal is a sin. Whenever you go against your nature, your body makes a point to remind you.”

i get so stuck whenever i start a new commonplace book sigh

western flirting is derogatory, you’re not supposed to translate it verbatim, arabic flirting is meant to be romantic

one morning this sadness will fossilize and i will forget how to cry i'll keep going to work and you won't see a change save perhaps a slight grey in my eye

today’s book finds ive added to my reading list

girl vs original sin

لاااا بدنا نروق🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️

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tea for two 🎀🪽

Today's weather: Clumsy. Trip, topple, fall downstairs, loss of balance, miscalculations. Accidental movements, stubbing your toes. It is clumsiness.

I must release the excess pollution, the greatest of which has been annihilated for me, by a worst enemy of mine. I wish not to be thankful out of spite, but naturally I am. Something I couldn't have done alone which I'll admit now after years of stubborn denial. Ironic.

My mass is conserved and present for what can I do about that? But say, just say, I reduce myself to my simplest form, Eradicate and remove each and every flaw. I feel you’ll always deserve better, more.

I have uploaded my consciousness to rusty hardware, like my body it will rot and wither. I exist, still as a mortal, but now with no soul.

I can always craft metaphors with intentful obscurity to hide the shame of inarticulacy. It’s indefinite, heedless even, and yet incomparable to the grotesque state of mindless comfort.

I can’t seem to thin the carotid clot for long enough. A stent is seldom permanent.