Because even in Thailand, I can’t get away from home #Palestine #jasmine #home #thailand #desigirl #missingmygma #adventureswithamna #travel #summer2013
In six months:
I will be a 21 year old college graduate.
I will have traveled to nine different countries.
I am fluent in two languages, and broken in three others
I am fully financially stable.
I will have the experience of working four jobs simultaneously
I am a damn good cook
I am the proud parent of a fat cat
I will be the employed intern of an event planning or graphic design corps.
I have connections all over the world
I am a damn good artist, writer, and dependable friend
I will be twenty pounds lighter than I currently am
I will have a killer braid I could hit people with
And I ain’t gonna have no man tryna tie dis ass down.
Looking through old pictures of myself and clearly remembering how confident I used to be. The girl in these pictures is literally just a memory now. Not even a year ago was she someone I was close to. Not knowing what changed and if it ever will again.
All day all night.
What the actual hell? This place exists? I’ve had dreams about a place like this for the last two years except in the dream the building is shiny black and the stonework is steel.
I keep finding all these random scabs and huge bruises all over my body. omg, studying for this exam is literally making me internally bleed.
1. Suffocate them. Literally if necessary.
2. Teach them that no matter what they do, it’ll never be right.
3. Remind them perfection is the only option.
4. Tell them you don’t care. Period.
If exchange has taught me anything it’s that the people who care will make time and those that don’t, don’t matter.