souls of the dead walk with me.

My heart is a cold, abandoned house. Its windows boarded, its books gathering dust. I visit it from time to time to know it's still there in need of repair if I can manage it. Far away things always want attention. But the house sits quietly in the cold Waiting. When I come by to dust the books and wipe the windows and read a few pages by a fire kindled with forgotten scraps, I'm warm again. I'm home. It would be nice, I think, if I lived here. If I cleaned and cleaned, I could even have guests. They could even stay a while. I would feed them from the love grown in the garden, baked in the kitchen, of my bright little home. Those are dreams, I tell myself. The task is too great. And I'm needed elsewhere. Always. So I cherish the warm fires of my visits Because it may be a cold abandoned house But it is mine.

the bad part about losing weight is feeling colder.

A deficit of love will result in destructive tendencies Note to self, don’t buy pressure cookers from macy’s I don’t need a relationship to make me happy I just need it not to make me unhappy.

I can't have fun with people who expect me to be the responsible one.

Some feelings you just want to claw out of you.

I'm only interested in practicality if it helps me reach my ideals.

Why girls like rules. They protect us. Lack of order is not a friend of the weak.

I have as much patience with my Zionist Jewish friends as I do with Muslim friends who romanticize the Caliphate. Which is none.

all the australians i try to court on twitter reject me. explain.

'we are so civilized and they are so barbaric and ungrateful'

Nobody has time to teach basics to a brat.

insignificant others.

Douchebags and the women who enable them.

pettyfish.

If I had a time for every time a guy tried to get under my headscarf.

I need more steel in my wardrobe.

Some people we date for psychological reconstruction.

many good stories start with attempted suicide.

The more my mother pushed me to be like everyone else for her approval, the less I cared for her approval.

Some people are clueless about the gears of their emotional life.

violations of contextual trust: -to find non-halal items in a halal restaurant -to discover someone is not who people around them think they are etc

My desire for children is directly proportional to a partner's love for me. Not my headscarf. Not my womb.

He likes strong women, but wants to treat them like trash.

behind the pretense is spite.

when you're strange, people are going to put you in the box that is most familiar to them.

Over time I've found that soulmates are friends rather than anything involving romance.

you deal with misconceptions, I deal with conceptions.

dont know how people do sexual access without emotional intimacy. doesnt all that just feel like rape?

Being human makes me uncomfortable.

His heart's not dead. But he's sealed it off. He's letting it rot.

I can't handle the pretense of settling.

I've learned to salvage what I can before the downfall

practical people make my head explode

the bad thing about depression is how the mind erases wonderful people who are much needed

the pretense of settling.

I don't have the energy to be heartbroken.