Good Morning To Everyone Except This Bitch

When the existential crisis hits you hard for the 4th time this week✌️

Eugene looks like he unalived Ned and is going to his funeral.

The woman you are becoming will cost you people, relationships, spaces, and material things. Choose her over everything.

The House on Mango Street was the first book that put what I wanted when I grew up into words. I hyperfixated on the shoes especially. They symbolize Esperanza's sexuality, and then her inner conflict between that sexuality and her desire for independence. I had similar struggles, particularly when I was 15. Quinces are a huge event in a Cuban girls life. Everyone in the extended family comes to ogle at the garish decorations while talking smack about the girl's dress and body in between bites of ropa vieja and croquetas. At the end, they exchange the little girl shoes she has for a high heel. Symbolizing her "ascension" into womanhood. This terrified me. I was still growing into my body. My feet still clumsy and my hands too small to hold onto to the ridiculous bouffant skirt of the dress which would inevitably lead me to trip even more in front of judging relatives. More than anything, I wasn't ready to be a woman, even symbolically. The questions of when I would get married, have children, would increase in their seriousness as they did for my first cousin. Under this pressure, she then had her baby at 17 with a man who constantly cheats on her to this day. They will tell me to go to university so I can find an educated man. Not to worry about about an education from myself. That I already study/read too much and men don't want overly smart women. This was the picture I had of "becoming a woman" since I transitioned from baby to child shoes. I told everyone the Christmas before my Quince in September that I would not be having one. The adults laughed and my cousins jeered at me at the kids table thinking I was loca and "antisocial". My mother, told me it would be my choice, but that the family would like to join me in this joyous occasion. I was shaking beneath their eyes, but again I said I did not want one. As September drew closer, the questions for when the invites were going out started to grow numerous. I again told them I would not be doing a quince. My aunt cried and called me selfish. That she never had a daughter, only sons, and she wanted to help me plan it. For the first time in my 15 years, I refused to give in. No amount of crocodile tears would get me to budge. I'm glad I did. It was the first step in MY path to becoming a woman. No high heels needed. Now, I keep my heelless "child shoes" near my bed in my own apartment where I live alone with my dog. Comfortable and free.

YOU decide what it means to be woman. Do not let anyone and their outdated traditions tell you what to do.

What you reap is what you sow

What you give comes back three fold

As above

ʍolǝq oS

When I tell my white friends that pretty much every Cuban I have met finds the movie Scarface hilarious and we don't give a fuck that he's played by an Italian-American dude. In fact, the bad accent just makes it that much funnier XD I quote "say hello to my little friend" at least once a week to my dad. It's a bonding movie for us both lol

BIG BROTHER IN THE HOUSE!

SYBOK IS HERE, STONN IS HERE, EVERYBODY UP IN THIS BITCH OF MY FUCKING GOOOOODDDDD. I WAS SCREAMING THIS ENTIRE EPISODE. Also, sorry Christine I feel for you, though Spock hesitated for a sec when T'Pring said he could not have feelings for you, have hope (though of course TOS won't allow that). As for T'Pring I am sorry I doubted your devotion to Spock, twice, my bad Vulcan baddie. I am conflicted, both are awesome for Spock in my humble opinion. ANYWAYS, can't wait til next weeks episode, I HAVE to see the full story behind Sybok.

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” ― Haruki Murakami

May you never be the reason why someone who loved to sing, doesn’t anymore. Or why someone who dressed so uniquely, now wears plain clothing. Or why someone who always spoke so excitedly about their dreams, is now silent about them. May you never be the reason someone gave up on a part of themselves because you were demotivating, non-appreciative, hypercritical, or even worse sarcastic about it.

—Sharouk Mustafa Ibrahim