10 Things I had to learn by myself (my mother never taught me):

i. Blame the person who hurts you, not yourself. Never blame yourself for not being what they wanted or not being “good enough.” You are made with perfectly flawed traits, stitched together to be loved unconditionally.

ii. Not everyone you love will love you back and the people who do love you, you won’t always reciprocate the feelings. But that doesn’t make them or you a bad person. You can’t love everyone and not everyone will love you. I refuse to blame the people that can’t find it in their soul to give me what I give them. I don’t give to get back. I give because I want to and because I can.

iii. Don’t let one person tell you negative things about yourself. One opinion out of a million does not make you who you are. No one paints a masterpiece for you, you are the art piece. You make who you are. You are the artist.

iv. Don’t ever settle. People always feel safer with things that they are used to and comfortable with instead of seeking for the heart pounding feelings and moments that take their breaths away. I never want it to be easy; I want it to be hard to breathe and suffocating when I give something my all. I want to learn how to survive through that.

v. Learn how to say no. No, I do not want to dance with you. No, I do not want to kiss you. No, I do not want to date you. No, I do not want to do this. No, I do not want to do that. Because that does not make me happy and that does not make me feel comfortable, so no. And I don’t need to give you a reason nor do I need to make up an excuse to say “no.”

vi. There are different kinds of people. Don’t always catergorize people in groups because people are not meant to be labelled. Just because one person hurts you, does not mean the ones in the future will. Just because one person holds a knife doesn’t mean the next one will use it. There is good out there; there is good in the world and there is good in people. Not everyone is a monster. I strongly believe that majority of the population is good.

vii. Do not let the past prevent you from living in the future. Do not let the pain and hurt take over. Don’t close yourself up to others just because you have been broken before. Never allow the demons of yesterday to control the beauty that is to come in the future. Vow to never allow it to always be stormy for the sun does eventually shine down on all things beautiful. I am beautiful, and so are you.

viii. You can swim across the world for someone but they might not even step outside in the drizzle for you. Even if you hold the umbrella for them.

ix. Never give someone the power to rid you of yourself. Don’t ever fall out of your routine or lose who you are permanently. That is so important.

xi. Love yourself. Learn to love the birthmark on your face, the chipmunk cheeks, the thighs that jiggle when you walk, the nose you think is too flat, and your fingers that are too short. Learn to appreciate your almond shaped eyes, your skin color, the thin hair that doesn’t grow fast, the beauty mark above your lips, and the small gap between your teeth. Learn to love your sense of humor, your laughter, your emotions, your tendency to trust easily, and how happy you always are. Learn to love the way you love others deeply, how you sometimes fear being lonely, the way you enjoy walks alone, and the radiance in your soul. Learn to love yourself at 3AM when you cannot sleep and can only think of the skeletons hiding in your own closets and learn to love yourself at 3PM when you are cranky and unable to get out of bed. Learn to love yourself and come to terms with the fact that you are you, and that will never change.
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Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”
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Between what is said and not meant
And what is meant and not said
Most of love is lost

بين منطوق لم يقصد
و مقصود لم ينطق
تضيع الكثير من المحبة

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This is an itinerary of the easy parts of me to love:

Two hands: open, small, soft. Only a writing callus as a mark of imperfection. Still kids’ hands, somehow, unused for anything but picking scabs. Dirt under the fingernails, but it’s easy to ignore. Scars on the knuckles, but we don’t talk about it.

Two shoulders: (skip the arms, they’re war zones, all broken, all bloody, too mangled and full of bullet wounds — Focus: shoulders.) Each rounded, slim, perfect under your mouth.

Two clavicles, leading to a dip at the base of one column of a neck. You will lay your palm here and pretend not to choke me. I will pretend I can breathe. The best thing about bruises is that they heal.

Skip my face, there is no easy part there, all of this too-tortured and barely-masked — you’d rather talk about the hair, long enough to pull. You’d rather talk about the way we both like it better with my eyes closed.

Skip again, like a scratched vinyl record, but you can’t find anywhere new that you can swallow. Spine too bent, ribs too closed, hips too jagged. Knees broken from so long on the floor, feet weary and blistered. Can’t seem to stomach the shin splints, the stretch marks, the scars. Can’t seem to swallow the fact that I am a hard thing to love, that none of this was easy. I spent my life on the battlefield, baby, and you waltzed in out of nowhere with your eyes so blue — you thought you knew me. But I am a soldier, and when you learn about the blood, it’ll make your bones ache with the weight of it.

All of this, one long love letter about the way you leave me.

All of this white noise; screaming; static; silence.


"I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love." - anonymous

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Pull my hair.
Press me back against the wall.
Slam me against it.
Bite my bottom lip until I cry out and let me do the same to you.
Take your frustration out on me.
Let me feel it in the way you kiss my lips.
In the way you grip my hips.
Ravish me.
Cherish me.
Let me feel your love.
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What if you don’t complete the person that completes you?
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