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I can gaze up at the sky and watch a phenomenon of tears rain down. They are the fragments of shattered dreams, stabbing the earth, painting an incomplete picture. Somewhere among this chaos and calamity, a shard of innocence is blooming.  22. American-born Pashtun. Peshawar, Pakistan ancestry. History PhD student in upstate New York.

[pashtunprincess]

I'm so very happy... And so unspeakably sad. I smile all day until my face hurts, and grind my teeth relentlessly at night.

[pashtunprincess]

Was she empowered by awareness- or victimized by it?

[pashtunprincess]

I feel disconnected :/ 

[jessehimself]

There are people who dislike you because you do not dislike yourself.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (via mashallahwallahi)

[pashtunprincess]

why is my writing so awful these days??? whack. school is starting soon. this writing funk needs to stop. (i’ve abandoned my twitter ages ago, so this is where the random blurbs are gonna happen) 

bugs are scary. i have no time. what is money? what are social skills and where do i find them? will i ever learn to properly cook? am i still metal? can i get my bellydance bod back? will game of thrones ever end? is egg addiction possible? how much caffeine is too much caffeine? 

[flyandfamousblackgirls]

[gaymergrl-deactivated20170918]

#she looks like a more interesting elsa

[oogilyboogilyboo-deactivated201]

Heck she’s prettier than Elsa

[pashtunprincess]

Changed my mind. I have this irrational discomfort when I’m not productive so I’ve pulled in my colorful markers into my bed and I’ll scribble and doodle if I have to...

[pashtunprincess]

Feeling very icky today. For once, I had a lot of free hours after work, but I was so exhausted from cramps that I couldn’t do any of the things I would have liked to do. I’ve just been in bed all day, unable to write or be productive. I hate these kinds of days... And I weirdly miss my Dad :/ I picture him offering to run and get me something soothing, but picking up the wrong flavor-- something that I liked years ago, like chocolate-- and the thought of that makes me smile... 

[pashtunprincess]

Reading a captivating book, courtesy of a lovely boy, and enjoying another handwritten letter from my soul sister, Jess. All while sipping a latte. Bliss :)

[pashtunprincess]

If you roll with me, you’ll most likely become a fashionista. Boy didn’t know who Marc Jacobs was a few weeks ago, and now he’s rocking fancy vests, Rudsak shoes, and is eyeing a Zara jacket. He is also now obsessed with his hair. Too good.

[pashtunprincess]

He went through my tumblr (with my begrudging permission) and didn’t get scared or feel disturbed. Damn. I must be doing something right :p 

(Hi Josh. In case you see this...) 

[pashtunprincess]

I need to start singing my old songs again or I'll go crazy. Might have to splurge on a real recording microphone... Sigh

[pxlestine]

On [ West Bank Live ] @Snapchat the apartheid wall and the burnt Palestinian farmlands and olive groves by Israeli settlers, snapchat the occupation everywhere.. Share your stories and expose the apartheid occupation

[pashtunprincess]

An unexpectedly traumatic evening in which I cried buckets and buckets of tears. I forgot what heavy sobbing felt like. I suppose almost all traumatic moments are unexpected though.

[pashtunprincess]

I don’t think anything is left of myself. I’ve changed too much in the last few months. I can’t decide if I should cling to my former tendencies or if I should let this change carry on… I don’t feel much guilt, so I think this is positive transition. As always, there is emptiness that lingers.

[pashtunprincess]

i’m a darling

[pashtunprincess]

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