ree’s monologue

البرايڤت شيرز شنو خوما خاب ظنكم

they should’ve signed it off with congratulations at this point 😭

:)

What an incredible writer. I love her.

Stop thinking about saving your fragile face. Tell us your particularized world. Make up a story. Narrative is radical, creating us at the very moment it is being created. We will not blame you if your reach exceeds your grasp. We will not blame you if your words go down in flames and nothing is left but the raw-scald. We will not blame you if, with the reticence of a surgeon's hands, your words suture only the red places where blood might flow. We will not blame you because we know you can never do it properly: once and for all. Passion is never enough. Talent is never enough. Skill is never enough. But try. For our sake and yours. So. Forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don't tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief's wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear's caul. You, so blessed with occasional blindness, can speak the language that tells us what only language can: how to see without pictures. We tell ourselves stories in order to live.

— Toni Morrison, The Nobel Lecture In Literature, 1993

a girl who is NOT going to be okay

Too bad she didn’t send pigeon mail

An old student of mine reached out to me through 3 platforms with a question

god forbid a girls likes to joke around and have fun

طبعًا البرايڤت شيرز علگت

اهل طحين الدود انطلقوا طلع الطحين ميگول لاء

عادي جدااا وميقولش لاء

من متابعينك مربوطين على نفس وايراتك

- الرساله ؛ https://t.me/reemonologue/9697 تيكيت اكل الكراسون تصرف مش كلاس ابدا لمن نكون عاعدين في ريستورانت وتيجي تنئل المنشورات

غير موديتها لعيدميلاد شنو بس كيك

- الرساله ؛ خوب سوي كيكة