December 2009
i am a rock tumbler. i throw rocks down your sppppiiiiiineeeee. my name is yemi. i said my name is yemi and i am a rock tumbler! ain’t nuthing more, NUTHIN LESS.
now, if anyone calls me anything that isn’t yemi, they will become bad news. float around and haunt people. “i bring you bad news! oh wait, it’s just this person who TURNED into bad news!”
just call me yemi!
(really, seriously. i would like this to be my new name)
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i’m dressed fancy (just like i was when i went to the speech tourny). i think i’m going to go walk around inside city hall for a little bit. everyone is still mad at me, i’m deleting the post that i put up last night cause it’s already out of my memory. i have $50 to spend, and this time - i’m not saving it!!!
also, i feel okay. everything is okay. i’m going to...
these are good memories.
i went to school with the same kids from kindergarten to the fifth grade, that’s usually how things go, and looking at their faces now i can’t help but wonder if the same scrawny, sometimes chubby kids with bright eyes and muddy hands still live inside them today. i wonder if they see me and think the same things.
there used to be this girl named Natalie. she had real beautiful dark...
it is good to love someone, and it’s perfectly fine to think about them all day. i have so many secrets to tell. they’re all inside my back pocket, sleeping real sound. all i am waiting for is saturday night when everyone comes over and i can turn this pocket inside out and SPILL EVERYTHING. i hope no one skips out on celebrating this birthday with me. please, i am turning sixteen...
so my mom has this friend, an insanely nice Hindu woman. their house always smells like incense and they never turn the lights on, ONLY candles. their whole house gives off this warm, overpowering orange glow. the shrines that they have for the Hindu gods are always covered with red flowers. i am sure that there are a handful of people who look at her and don’t think she’s pretty, but...
new years revolution.
i read in my Human book that Romanian women give their children a secret name. such a secret name that the KID doesn’t even know it. can you imagine that? having a secret name whispered real soft in your ear, and carrying it with you for your whole life without knowing it?
i am giving each and every one of you little ones a secret name right now. i’ll even write it down so i...
this is my best friend.
i dreamt about a little bird last night. it was small and brown and had little red wigs and a tiny yellow beak. it landed on your father’s shoulder and started singing. we were all there: my family and your family and sophie’s family and melody’s family and katie and maxine. we just sat there listening to this small bi…rd sing. your father was smiling with his eyes closed...
here's a post about my bedroom because obviously...
tigermeteor:
sometimes i forget how enjoyable my room is when it’s clean. it almost makes me want to invite someone over to show off how comfy it is. these are my records! and these are my favorite books, i will lend one to you! lay on my bed, it’s the softest! that’s my sister, with her hair laid out like fireworks on the pillow, asleep in my bed. do not mind her, she is harmless! …when she is...
FEEL LIKE FREAKING DESTROYING SOMETHING.
not really. maybe really. i drew a pregnant tree last night, dreamnt about a good girl, and swallowed my pride in big gulps. my ma used to tell me that when you drink something, you need to drink it down in three sips. it never made any sense to me and i would always make sure i took more than three sips.
bagpipes make me extremely sad. did you know hey arnold doesn’t wear a kilt? his shirt’s untucked. dreaming about the same thing for the past month. i close my eyes and i can feel a tiny click in my mind, it replays.
tell me about a memory. →
my birthday is coming up very soon. january 7, i’ll be turning 16.
just sending out a friendly reminder! i’m not asking for anything fancy like a present or anything, nothing like that. maybe some soup. but really, all i want is something truthful and real. you can interpret that however you want. i also love getting letters.
we enhance your face value.
in an advertisement for plastic surgery.
disgusting.
kevin michael is in 500 days of summer???
watching it for the first time, and the best scene was seeing that beautiful man’s beautiful hair.
edit: also my friend devendra.
i think i am a good person. i made a rice pillow last night, and now my bed smells like basmati, but it’s also extremely warm.
there are a lot of things that i love, but there are also a lot of things that i don’t love. i think i’m doin pretty good at living life and all. i wish someone would please just call me, because i have so many things to say and no one to say them too....
also, i’m making myself a rice pillow to combat the weather!
talking to a friend of milo’s, and here’s what he tells me:
”you know, i pride myself on being racially blind. i don’t really care if you’re Asian, Caucasian. we’re all bones and skin.”
please don’t be gender blind, or blind to race, or even blind to age!!! there are so many wonderful beautiful things to see. i feel like people use this phrase so...
i was in france for a second. i didn’t like it all that much. now, i’m back.
i say we go to sweden next!
Hello, I don’t really know you but I came across your tumblr through 500dosproject, as they reblogged a post of yours. Anyway, I went to Notre Dame as well - graduated already though, and I am also a Muslim. I just wanted to let you know that I find you to be a very strong, inspirational person! I hope this doesn’t sound strange, but after seeing that you were reblogged I got curious...
Oh Feeza,
plunksteron:
feezam:
This world doesn’t deserve you.
You’re beautiful, like an angel.
At least, you’re like an angel to me.
I miss seeing you, being able to smile at you randomly. You may not realize it, but you are a positive force in the world. Whenever I read anything, and I do mean anything, you make me just feel happier.
I’m sorry I didn’t make it to ND today, my mom got sick and I had...
so the thing is:
there are so many things.
i care about so many people it makes my head spin. i get so paranoid and i try really hard to remember everything and anything about those i love, i love i love so much. i want to permanently remember these moments, the countour of my best friends face, veronica’s beautiful blonde head, adrienne’s smile, how pretty carmen looked today, how...
i just pulled something old and painful and bloody out of my heart and its now sitting on my desk, ready to be probed and understood and analyzed. but the thing is, i’m not going to do anything with it.
what is, is!! and that is THAT.
please tell me something nice about your day. →
Oh Allah,
there’s something really beautiful but frightening about Sufism.
i asked my Baba today if there’s anything he wants me to know about Sufis. He told me that real Sufis, real shaykhs, encompass wisdom and base everything around love. he told me that we’re looked down upon by what many would call “pious” Muslims because Sufism is in many times seen as mystical and fake,...
last night i threw my trig book at my closet door and now there is a dent.
looking into everyone’s faces today, there wasn’t one person without tension in their eyes. i hate how school becomes a burden.
