Afterall, Feeling Understood Is The Greatest Form Of Love.

There is a certain beauty in having a normal day.

I wake up at 6am, take my two buses at 7, get to look at the beautiful sunrise with headphones in my ears. I enjoy looking out the window, seeing the busy students and workers striding fast to their destinations. Suddenly, everything seems so lovely. Then i arrive at uni to take my morning classes. Different people are becoming friends.. each individual special in his own way; the way they do their hair, or the lipstick they have on.. even the way they do their hijab.. each one of them seem to be truly unique. I get out at 12 and take my buses again, happy to go have lunch with my mum and tell my brother about my day. Sometimes, the routine is changed slightly by buying a croissant in the morning to take it with my café au lait or reading a book in the bus.

When you're comfortable with who you are and who you're becoming, suddenly everyone seems busy with their own lives. I don't focus on the dark side anymore, i don't focus on the illusion of others mocking me. that version of me simply doesn't exist anymore. I'm now unapologetically my true authentic self.

Poem, Langston Hughes

Everyone has been real quiet since Imane Khelif started a legal process against Rowling (and Musk). Say what you want about the situation but what Rowling did (spread misinformation, using Khelif's image as a boogeyman) was actually wrong. And it sadly continues what we've seen a lot in gender critical spaces: its deterioration into a reactionary movement.

Mahmoud Darwish, Journal of an Ordinary Grief (يـومـيـات الـحـزن الـعـادي), 1973

Reminds me of my Pride And Prejudice book with an unpleasant-looking cover which obviously.. made me avoid that book. It's been sitting on my shelf for nearly two years now.

I am haunted by all the editions of books that are prettier than the ones I already own.

i love wholesome moments with other people. happens for only one reason which is making your day 10 times better lol. thank you random cute guy for breaking that silence and making a nice little joke when we ended up walking side by side at the same pace even when we tried to go infront of each other. i wish God will make us meet again

The Hyoid Bone is Kinda Shitty

I talked about this in my throat punching post, but I after a recent experience, I thought it would be fun to point out how weak this little bone is. The hyoid is a U-shaped bone that sits above your laryngeal prominence (aka Adam's apple) and behind the jaw. It isn't attached to any other bones, but serves as the attachment site for a lot of muscles in the lower jaw and upper neck. You can palpate it, but be careful! You are capable of breaking your own hyoid bone. It requires 3-4kg (6-7lbs) of squeezing to fracture it. For reference, a human is capable of creating a pinch (index to thumb) strength of 5-8kg (11-17 lbs). Now imagine if someone is getting choked (it's not good).

Hyoid bone fractures can be life threatening, as this bone is important in the structures of the upper respiratory tract (breathing is very important). It can cause pharyngeal and laryngeal spasms, which leads to asphyxiation (you can't breathe). This can be fixed with a tracheotomy and tube placement, but sometimes patients don't know they've broken their hyoid until they can't breathe.

And for the personal experience: I was trying to explain the muscles of the throat to this girl in my anatomy group, and she had no idea what the hyoid was. So I was like "lemme just grab it real quick and let her feel it." I was a bit pissed off, I'll admit, when I did that. So I grabbed that bone pretty roughly and just snapped that motherfucker like the wishbone of a chicken. I knew it was tender, but holy shit it has no integrity. It turns out I was right all these years for having an fear of people grabbing my neck.

—Albert Camus

On Friendship.