What in the hell is making Maribeth Monroe think its cute to suddenly be such a commercial whore? I love you girl, but get your life right. You too Adam Devine.
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on stone
my mother thriving,my father now dusty bones,my parents are like my countriesand I am the land between the deserts and the prairies.America and my home Kingdom,they are nothing alike.Like my parents, they are divided by simple things, small ideas,that still keep them worlds apart.my worlds, my parents, both are wrought with ancient passions and dust,nothing… Continue reading on stone
on tradition
to acknowledge nowwhat i never knew i didn’t know then,to remember your lonelinessin the midst of my history(unbroken, thriving, culturally relative)is to say to myself youyou and every tradition you had,you were wrong.and there is never any going back
Ladies, please remember:
Just because Bruno Mars sings it to you, it doesn’t mean your ex is thinking it. Move on and be the queen you know you are, not the one someone else has to tell you you are.
weird media pattern: middle aged hispanic women are used as the signaling of the introduction of an evil spirit in television and movies a WHOLE lot. like a suspicious lot. are all middle aged hispanic women presupposed to be catholic and in spiritual connection with spirits? ha
Jordan calls to my bones In throbs of Bedouin drumbeats, Saying: here your heart is home. Like the muds of the dead sea, I have fermented in my history, And it sits heavily upon me sealing and healing my cuts and scrapes with stinging mystery. In the lights of Amman And the fields of Shatana… Continue reading
On borders
Nowhere is home. And everywhere I visit just teaches me that my culture is so unique to me because I don’t understand it, and I never will, not the way my ancestors did. I am not that American. I am not that Jordanian. There I am foreign, and here, even in the city I’ve called… Continue reading On borders
shitshilarious: domohatesapples: glorifies: dysphorism: bubblevortex: copy and paste yourself into my bed and delete all of your clothes while you’re at it we can get a little alt of ctrl And shift under the sheets There will be no esc And I can enter your backspace
on shame
I lose all motivation to better myself,because i have turned away from the bombs and sieges on the news.i live in comparison, a contrast of my own experiences. traipsing casually through the poverty and diligence of indiabuys me a mere 18 months of gratitude, of real hard work,of trying for myself in a way i… Continue reading on shame
on aging
I fear for my memories of the indian ocean, drying and curling at the edges like the yellowed pages of my favorite book. i fear the helpless sag of the skin around my smile,and, with something to lose, i lie awake marinading in terrorover mental atrocities likewhat to do to accept your mother’s mortality,how to… Continue reading on aging
Garbanzo Bae 