I love my skin!
I love my skin!
I’m not going to apologize for the atrocities ISIS is committing. I’m not going to go out of my way to say “THIS IS NOT ISLAM WE’RE NOT ALL BAD GUYS.”
The world knows that already. I’m not apologizing for something I never did. I’m not going to start defending. I never did anything wrong.
I’m so tired of these apologetic undertones that sweep our community, I’m so tired that we feel this immediate need to clean ourselves of this implied guilt that quite often we only place on ourselves.
I’m done with it. I’ll condemn because they are an absolutely ludicrous group, not because I’m afraid people will misconstrue them for the Muslim community.
remember when the gameboy advance sp came out and it had a built in backlight plus a built in rechargable battery and it was like all of our prayers had been answered
ask the people
in their sadness
whether they would
they’ll tell you
for they learnt more
in the depths of their despair
than they ever did
from the illusion of
Sometimes during the day, I’ll think of when I was fifteen and oblivious as to how emotional attachments work. I had no idea that you could give yourself so whole heartedly to another individual and be hurt. I was the most naive fifteen year old in existence. I didn’t have any real close friends. I wasn’t in tune with my faith. I was fat and had self esteem issues. It’s weird how parts of yourself you wish you could forget creep into your day as if to tell you that no, this was who you once were and it’s why you are who you are now. Don’t ever forget that. Not even for a moment. That’s how life will always go.