Us and the pyramids. (Taken with instagram)
just eating some mango sorbet at a cafe in front of mubarak’s former palace in Heliopolis. (Taken with instagram)
all the time.
(Source: sparklingsloths, via fuckyeahrandomstupidity)
sweatervest. (Taken with instagram)
Looking quite spiffy today. (Taken with instagram)
last day of the first term at school yesterday. kids could dress out of uniform and play in the garden ALL DAY. i believe i danced to arabic pop for four hours along with 200 3-6 year olds. as ice cube would say, it was a good day.
“What’s sad here is how common it seems to be for girls to think of blowjobs as something they’d better be good at, or else they’ll be losers, rather than something they can enjoy. The authors are right that girls are already encouraged to think of their sexuality as something for other people to judge — are they having sex with the right people, at the right time, in the right kind of relationship?”
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read: http://jezebel.com/5877183/
day 2
“post a picture each day (or as often as I can remember) of myself and find at least one positive thing about it.”
a silly picture of me treating myself to something nice after working hard all week and cleaning the apartment. i have felt low the last ten days or so and it’s nice to make myself feel better by taking care of myself. and i’m totally going to paint my nails blue after this mask is off.
sat in the sun at work today.
i thought there was a little hope.
i guess there still is.
it’s just hard to remember and find sometimes. sometimes meaning a lot these days.
I can’t turn on my computer or television without being assaulted by messages that I’m going to gain gigantic amounts of weight this winter if I don’t stop being so greedy at the same table I’m supposed to fill with homemade goodies until the legs give out. Every ladymag in the universe has a picture of the perfect pie, cake, or souffle I’m supposed to make, alongside a reminder that gaining a single ounce from eating it means I will die well before my time, alone and unmourned as Scrooge in the vision shown him of his potential future.
But you know what? We can opt out [edited out ableism]. We can spend this special time of year failing to hate ourselves.
”—Take Care of Yourself for the Holidays, By: Twistie. (via rufflesnotdiets)
(via eweyerhu)
Well, we made it through the first seven days of 2012. Right?
via the hairpin.
where did my self-esteem go? where did i go? when did i cease to be the strong, intelligent, capable person i used to be? how did i become this person i don’t like, and because of that, no one likes?
i have no friends here. i am not me.
i do not want to be me or to exist.
