Friends, Slap me (or speak some sense to me) if I ever continuously get back together with an emotionally abusive boy.
I am emotionally exhausted with having to deal with my roommate’s horrid choice of a boyfriend. Last Thursday, I had a hardcore heart to heart with her about how a woman should (and shouldn’t) be treated in relationships and if this is her dumbass boy’s way of acting now, imagine how terrible it’ll be 10 years. Today, she tells me “We’re goood” with a stupid smile. The next time she’s upset about her boy, I will tell her to deal with her own shit when she cries and complains.
I kinda miss Paris right now. I miss being in a place that looked so beautiful and I miss the mosque where I felt calm. I didn’t even go there to pray every time. I just went in to stare at how pretty it was and how I felt like I was in Pakistan when I would walk through the courtyard garden. I’d look up and see just sky.
On another note, I’m taking steps to work on my anxiety and feel calm a little more often than before. Go see a fucking therapist. They’re not all dumbasses and you don’t know more than them.
What counts as activism? Why didn’t the kind of emotional self-care me and my girls were doing—talking to each other about all the fucked-up shit we were going through as brown girls—count? Why didn’t my best friend driving her elderly East African mother to the doctor and renegotiating her way through the layers of the racist, sexist, condescending bullshit medical system count as activism? Did staying alive count as activism? Did re-learning Tamil, one of my Sri Lankan family’s languages, count? Did cooking good Sri Lankan food and learning how to cook those recipes I didn’t have female family members around to teach me count? As a South Asian femme immigrant who was having a shitty week, did shopping at the MAC counter and finding the perfect shade of fuchsia lip gloss for my milk-tea skin count?
Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, “A Time to Hole Up And a Time to Kick Ass” in We Don’t Need Another Wave (via irresistible-revolution)
dont ask me for relationship advice because i will always just tell you to break up w/ them and throw their shit in a dumpster because i do not understand the concept of allowing anyone to treat you poorly this is a zero tolerance zone
my thoughts when friends get back with shitty exes..