I was reading something this week, and I can’t remember what it was, but it was some kind of interview or something, and the person offhandedly mentioned that a moment of great success/when all eyes are on you is the most important time to thank the people who got you there, because then you’re sharing the light and spreading the success instead of hoarding it like some terrible monster. And when I read it, I was like, “That makes such healthy, perfect sense.” And now I just scrolled upon this Mr. Rogers thing and like, of course. Of course this beautiful man had that same idea and executed it so sweetly.
The older I get the more I respect and admire Mr. Rogers for the rare and wonderful human being that he was…
When we first arrived in school around 95% of our orientation was on how to be parisian and how to act parisian and look parisian and fall in love with a parisian and it is breeding this nauseating culture, just as much as it’s a product of it, of spoiled white kids who need to have had a semester in Europe to name drop for the rest of their lives, but it is actually appalling how approving the school is like naturally this huge group of people have come to ~shed their old selves~ and be the classycool parisians they always knew they were meant to be, like ahhhh yesss we remember when we were fresh young american students like you, too, before we became french. come, children, let us show you the way. all these new york kids wearing black and smoking cigarettes while talking about their weekends at the bar and other european cities, L O L. stop asking me for a lighter thx.
i don’t know exactly when it started, but sometime within the last year or so i lost all of my focus, will power, and potentially senses and haven’t been able to really recover them since. I haven’t felt much like a person since then, which might somehow explain why I still haven’t even looked at the 8 page paper I have due 12 hours from now—based on readings I haven’t finished??????
- qamaranwzaytoun said: this makes me miss la france
You know, I’m not sure if this means I’ve internalized ~nostalgic millennial culture~ or w/e they’re calling it these days and don’t know how to experience the present, but I always catch myself wondering what it is I’m going to miss most when I leave. I’m just here for studies though, if you’ve lived here long term it might be different.
Wasn’t really sure what I was getting myself into when I entered the underworld of cheb khaled youtube covers, but this is good, really good.
I just ate tomorrow’s breakfast.
Trailer for Le Grand Voyage
I want to see this
Oh my God beeha…I could not get this movie out of my head after amee khamis passed away. I went back and watched some parts in the days following his death because it was a consolation but it was also like pouring salt on an open wound, and idk, it felt like I needed some of both.
Anila Quayyum Agha, Intersections, (2013).
build our house in this image so I know it’s real.
Ok I thought it was mehdi but was like. Hmmm… Love u mehdi bousssa kbira de moi et reema