Morning ramblings

I think that you’re never fully with somebody 100%. I think you keep people in the background and around for when shit hits the fan. I don’t think anyone truly puts 100% into their relationships. I don’t think you can trust anybody fully to have your best interests at heart.
I think people lie to keep others around and tell them what they want to hear to keep it all smoothed. Out of fear. Habit. Routine.
I think I’ve been duped by the one person I thought never would. I don’t know if I’m hurt or shocked. Frankly, nothing surprises me anymore when it comes to people.
Why bother trying to fix anything when that person has one foot out of the door anyway??


Full circle

Isn’t it funny when you’re at the end of your rope certain people come back almost like a bone in front of the dog, a metaphor for continuing on in life? Like life knows at that moment who to put into your path at the right moment, almost as if it knows exactly what you need. I’m not a romantic but there are certain people in my life that I’ve always held on a pedestal for being a catalyst in opening everything up for me. Except I’m not the one who realizes too late what they meant for my life and this time, I get to thank them and truly be appreciative. I don’t have to wish I had the time or the opportunity to say what needed to be said and aren’t I lucky for that? I don’t sit with regret because I got to say what I needed to. I’m happy that I’ve made amends with one person who I credit for exposing me to the beauty of the world, of dreams, of wanting more, and a deep understanding of a full circle that comes with time and maturity. I can’t be sad today.



Today was the most oppressive day in a long time. From literally being chewed out over 2 grocery bags not filled considered trash not being brought down because I’M FUCKING EXHAUSTED, to working a 10 hr day and taking a 15 min break and being chewed out for doing so. Everybody else takes a break. I can’t work on my feet in the heat for 10 hrs straight on one fucking break.

I really think at this point I’m ready to die. I could not wake up tomorrow and it would be ok with me. My life has become nothing but misery and sobbing for hrs on end wondering how long is this going to go on.
I have to work a 13 hr day Friday doing things I haven’t been trained to do. I want to give up. I’m tired of pushing myself and dying for absolutely nothing.
On top of everyone’s expectations of me to ask how they’re doing. You may be sick, but I’m ready to die and I’m not kidding anymore and nobody cares. Not one fucking person in this world cares.



procrastination = hijabi babe power

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“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.”

— Vincent van Gogh

Reblogged from Tragic Insanity

A very real thing in a very fake world

I’ve realized that I am an intelligent, questioning gal in a very stupid, lonely world.
I post tons of things pertaining to feminism and societal issues and not one person fucking gets it. There’s more to life than your kids and your marriages and your fake security. Am I the only one focused on the big picture? I don’t care about kids or marriage. I don’t care about working until I die. I’m worried about issues that affect people on a daily basis and infringe on our freedoms. This is what is wrong with the USA. Lazy, stupid, uninformed, uneducated people that would rather sit on a couch and rot brains with baseless TV instead of reading a book or questioning even the simplest of things they’ve been taught. USA is a lazy people and I’m ashamed to be American, I always have been. There’s no benefit to being American, just a stigma. I can’t go to college. I’ll be working until I’m 80 to survive paycheck to paycheck my whole life. Sounds really nice, right? An American dream.
Like I said, its a lonely world for people like me.



i want a relationship but i want them to be like a friend to me, i dont want the relationship to be all about kissing, making out and sex i just wanna hang out with them, and go places, and just have fun wherever we go

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I have someone that loves me, really loves me and not the facade, and I don’t fucking know how to deal with it or accept it. I’ve run away. How fucked up is that? Most girls want love, a soulmate, a happy ending. I’m just throwing it in a deep river, unsure because of my own demons. How do I move on? How do I heal? Do I need therapy to make sense of why I am this way? I have to figure all of this out.
On another note, I’ve figured out my real niche. I love food, but feminism and activism is where I want to be. There’s a stigma with food within society that you’re lesser and undignified. I get talked to like I am a dog, zero respect or understanding at all. I just feel really over it, I work my ass off and it feels like nothing is ever good enough. There’s no appreciation. I don’t even feel like a part of the team, just the cancerous part. It’s very lonely. It’s very bare. And I’m over it.
Back to feminism. That’s my true passion, being immersed in it, the history, the foremothers, the work still left to do to make women equal and counted for.. It just brings something out of me. A passion I thought died.
Speaking of, I also wanted to address the fact that I’m self aware I’m chasing a passion in matters of love I haven’t felt in years. The passion of being inspired by somebody because they make you feel like the world is your oyster. They open your entire world up. I’m chasing that.
Off to read my cookbook.