if i look like andrew garfield and emulate an arctic monkeys song after i start T, y’all, you’re gonna be dead
During office hours, my professor proceeded to literally bow down to my integration of Edward Said and Albert Memmi into my finally paper, and we also mutually agreed that Said’s Orientalism and The Question of Palestine are fantastic books that are a must read, and we also talked about how articulate, accessible writing needs to become the norm in academia. There was also talk of graduate school. Needless to say, I’ve been very pleased with life since.
you decide how you define your gender and sexual and romantic orientations
you decide which pronouns are right for you
you decide how to present yourself and what to do with your own body
you decide the terms of your relationships with other people and reserve the right to cut them off if they are harmful or invalidating
you decide how you relate to your identities on any given day because these things aren’t always unmalleable
you decide your comfort zone, you decide your limits, you decide how you do you
and forget anyone who tries to tell you otherwise, for real.
I’m missing my city tonight, but today I laid in the grass and worked on my iBook for one of my courses and read some Edward Said and watched The Silences of the Palaces (صمت القصور). The blue hour extends now beyond 7:30 PM. I will be leaving and returning. Everything is amazing and renewed.