ree’s monologue

Only way to fix my resting sad face is to forcefully lift the corners of my mouth

عذرونا من صوت البنكة بالڤيديو عبالك گاعدة بمعمل مال طحين

تتذكرون من الأخلاق اليومية چانت موجودة

‏MOOOOVE OVER

لو من كروب أربع خمس أشخاص يحجزون الرصيف كله وأنت دتمشي باتجاههم

أخي شيل عينك من تلفونك وامشي عدل

نص تجربتي بالكلية عبارة عن تفادي الأشخاص إلي عدهم situational awareness مال ذبانة

what posting on this channel have been feeling like as of late

now I have to embrace a vibe that I’m nowhere close to 🤩

the humiliating experience of a haircut that doesn’t look or feel good

I tried to make sense of my own suffering and I found myself reducing my experience to metaphor. To unravel some interpretation to the events. As a survival mechanism we motivate ourselves to a meaningful narrative to make sense of it. And I think that ultimately this analysis provides a sense of justice. That there is hope, that there is a measure of dignity to what we may encounter as chance or fate or misfortune. We want to make sense of it and want to reduce it to a sense of metaphor. But as I've gotten older I think I've made an attempt to reduce metaphorical clutter in my life to see things as they really are without platitude. And sometimes suffering is just suffering. It's just an accident of fate.

— Sufjan Stevens

بالشهر تجينا أقل شي ٥ تحذيرات بس I just happened to be in the busiest building ^

I guess it’s safe to say I’m going nonverbal the rest of the WEEK