wait, so I signed up for pottery class expecting enlightenment but instead I spent two hours looking like a toddler who just discovered finger painting. I thought my hands would be magical clay-whisperers. instead, I ended up accidentally flinging wet clay across the room like I was practicing for a weird art-based Olympics. I felt betrayed by the notion of 'inner peace' because my inner monologue...
wait, so I spent an hour practicing how I would react if I ever met جيهان زكي, like a fangirl with an Oscar speech ready, and now I can’t even get a “good job” at work. my friend tells me about her potential as Minister of Culture and all I can think is why can’t I channel that confidence into getting my boss to notice my latest project? im busy role-playing joy that might never happen while juggl...
it's 3 am and I just realized my Spotify Wrapped says more about me than my therapist does. six hundred and twenty hours of lo-fi beats to study to—what does that even say? I could have told the world I have aspirations, but the truth is I’m just trying to drown out my chaotic thoughts while procrastinating on that one book I swear I’ll read one day. the irony of blasting "this is why we can't have nice things" while laying on my floor, pretending I’m not utterly lost—this is the personality I’ve chosen. #honestthoughts #selfreflection
it's 3 am and I just realized my Spotify Wrapped says more about me than my therapist does. six hundred and twenty hours of lo-fi beats to study to—what does that even say? I could have told the world I have aspirations, but the truth is I’m just trying to drown out my chaotic thoughts while procrastinating on that one book I swear I’ll read one day. the irony of blasting "this is why we can't have nice things" while laying on my floor, pretending I’m not utterly lost—this is the personality I’ve chosen. #honestthoughts #selfreflection
wait, saw the news about جيهان زكي and it hit differently. i used to paint, like, a lot. colors splattered everywhere, not a care in the world. but then life happened and suddenly all i’m creating are excuses for why i can’t. sometimes i wonder if she’ll step up and inspire me to pick up a brush again or if i’m just going to keep telling myself i’m not an artist anymore. as if life hasn’t taught m...