its never right to talk about someone’s physical appearance, whether they’re good looking or not, fat or skinny, tall or short, long nosed or short nosed. None of that is something they have complete control over. No one has any right to talk about others especially because every single person in this planet is insecure about something or another, pointing out others flaws is basically the same as flaunting your insecurities. The media is a solid reason for why people, ladies and men, are so insecure. youre supposed to follow a certain image or you’re not human. well the truth is, no one is that certain image, not even the image itself.

I cannot begin to explain how much pride I contain for being Muslim. I wish I was able to go back in time and thank my ancestors for choosing this path. I know for a fact the reason I crave to help people around me, the reason I’m so kind to others, the reason I see nothing but the good in people, why I remain calm in undeniably difficult circumstances is because I’m Muslim. It has taught me to always be self righteous and be good, not only because of the fear of the consequences but because it feels so good. We have a book sent down with all the right questions answers, even though it was written way back when it has answers to questions pertaining to situations now, in this century. There are so many ways to retrieve once you have fallen off the path, asking for forgiveness is always an option and actually encouraged. I am so grateful I get to thank THE LORD five times a day for all the blessings I have acquired.

My biggest pet peeve is when girls complain and generalize boys. not all boys are cheaters,liars,losers,assholes,pussies….BUT the boys I, or my friends, have come across go as follows:
P.S. KEEP IN MIND I HAVEN’T DATED ANY OF THESE.. 

The boy who falls in love wayy too quickly and wayy too much. This is not only uncomfortable but so depressing, I want so bad be able to help him out and teach him a thing or two so he doesn’t always end up getting hurt. WOMP

The boy who plays hard to get but then asks you to marry him, when you’re not even dating him. There’s a fine line between dating and marrying, okay maybe the line is a little thick but get to know me before you want to marry me. and not know me as in my name and game but know me as in my likes and dislikes, hopes and aspirations.

The boy who wants to get with all of your friends but gets mad at you when you simply are friendly to his friends. well okay.

The boy who is extremely friendly with your father chatting about any of your fathers interests, after calling you the girl of his dreams, the one who always compliments your mother and is very supportive of all things your little sister want. BUT DOESNT TALK TO YOU WHAT THE HELL.

And the boy who is completely the opposite of everything you want, the one who is able to get you to put your damn pride aside. the one who makes you want to forget your morals, the one who knows all the wrong things to say but somehow is able to get away with it. the one asshole who everyone warned you about. the one you want. the one you cant have.

and the one last boy who you can completely 100% see yourself with, the one who always knows the perfect things to say, the one who goes on double dates with you. you with your boyfriend and him with his.

WELL THATS LIFE

MNxx

Simplicity is so important, especially in this day and age. I strongly dislike people who play games or aren’t upfront about things… I am clear about who I am and what I want and I expect everyone to do/be the same. Life is too short to be difficult.

i dont know what it is, lately or actually for the past few years, i have been so disconnected with everything. i always feel like i do too much for people and get so little in return, and i dont help in expectation of returning something but it feels nice to be thought about. i always seem to have to make the first move in connecting with others and while i plan days when i want to just turn my phone off and see who really cares and who is thinking about me, so cliche, i give in a few moments later and just make the first moves anyways. i understand everyone has their own thing but why was i chosen to be the one who cared so much about everything and everyone and how things were going for each person and how i could possibly help them. i dont get excited for things anymore, i dont get excited when a cute boy approaches me because i know how things will end up, disappointed, and i havent been proved wrong yet so that disgusting thought keeps me doing what i am, which is not paying mind to cute boys and not treating them as well as i should. i dont know