Can’t always be peaches and cream.
Betches in Paint turned 4 today!
Fuck yeah, betches!
Just a reminder:
When Prophet Muhammad (sallallahu alayhi wasallam) was travelling on the road with his cousin, Al-Fadl ibn Abbas, a woman stopped him to ask him a question. The woman was very beautiful, and Al-Fadl couldn’t help but stare at her.
Seeing this, Prophet Muhammad reached out his hand and turned his cousin’s face away.
He didn’t tell the woman to cover her face.
He didn’t tell her to change her clothing.
He didn’t tell her that her appearance was too tempting or indecent.
He averted his cousin’s impolite stare.
Listen to me closely now: The people who dare to ask for an expansive, life-altering love, who will be alone rather than settle for less, are the ones who find it. People who accept less, who figure they don’t deserve any better, who figure that it’s too much of a risk to tell the truth and scare men off, are the ones who live with a constant feeling of disappointment and neglect. When you neglect yourself and your feelings, you get neglected by others, too.via. Turning the Screw (The Awl)
Sweet berry wine!
This was the view outside of my window every day for two years. I would wake up and look at water.
Onto a city view in Midtown.
Oy, I’m feeling feelings.
The wise words of Heather Havrilesky over at her advice column “Turning the Screw” (via. The Awl)
Shit happened to me in my late 20s that I thought would stay with me forever. Life changed so fast over the next decade that I couldn’t even kick up interest in the same obsessions a few years later. Major fixations and traumas from that time eventually shrunk down to these odd little artifacts from the past that I’d stumble on and become puzzled by. It was like looking at a flower without being able to remember the smell of it. All of the tears and the bluster and the agony, all of that was wrapped up with a very young person’s fears about her future and fears about whether or not she was strong enough (or sane enough!) to ever be happy.
One word about your late twenties: Ugh.
So much panic and drama. Trying to get your career, your friendships, your finances, your love relationships right. Assuming that these things should be all sewn up by the time you’re 30 or 32, or else you’re a fucking loser. Only a 28-year-old could believe in that kind of epic lifestyle game of Musical Chairs: You hit 32 and the music stops and if you don’t find a chair, you’re screwed. The assumption being that, from that point forward, everyone stays in their little chair and life is exactly the same for the next 40 years.
Scrupulosity - a psychological disorder characterized by pathological guilt about moral or religious issues
Hmmm…I definitely don’t suffer from that…