I used to be painfully insecure about so many things: my curls (and my hijab), my black ass gums, my big ass forehead, my hyperpigmentation, alla that. now I just look at myself in the mornings and feel happy. im content with the way I look. theres no one witj a face like mine - except my momma!!! shout out to u hooyo macaanto!!!
today i’d like to say that im happy. shoutout to somalia for the blackest (most beautiful) parts of me.
I WAS CHECKING OUT MY PICTURES AND I FOUND OUT THAT I HAVE SOOO MANY PICTURES OF OUR SUNSHINE SHOULD I MAKE THIS IN PARTS? IDK LOL. BUT SERIOUSLY HOSEOK STANS, COLLECT YOUR MAN! Here some of my first favorites!!
HERE FOR EXAMPLE WE HAVE A LITTLE HOSEOK STARING AT MY HEART AND PAIN.
WHY SO SERIOUS OUR SUNSHINE? DON’T YOU KNOW THIS MAKES ME SUFFER LIKE UGH YOU LOOK MANLY AF.
THIS. IS. IDK WHY. ONE. OF . MY. FAVORITE. PHOTOS. YAAAAS HOSEOK.
OH, HUH! SO WE ARE PLAYING THIS “I CASUALLY BITE MY LIP” GAME? DUDE, I AM WEAK PLS JUST STOP ITTTTTT.
LOOK AT THIS CUTIE, HOSEOK WITH DARK HAIR IS MY FAVORITE!!! JUST MY OPINION THO LOOK AT THOSE BEAUTIFUL EYES AND EAR!! HE’S PERFECT.
I FREAKING LIVE FOR POUTY LIPS. LOOK AT HIM EVERYTHING IN HIM IS PERFECT.
HOSEOK I SAID STOOOOP IT!!!!
WHAT’S GOOD HOBI? COME ON FIGHT ME. HIS SMILE JUST GAVE ME A HUNDREDS, THOUSANDS, BILLIONS MORE REASONS TO LIVE.
@bananapeppers we’re similarly Jewish! I consider myself Jewish (by ethnicity)/am considered Jewish by many other Jewish ppl. plus idk if you’ve looked into it, but secular Jewishness/Jewish atheism is basically an established Jewish tradition. lots & lots of Jewish ppl don’t believe or practice. @bananapeppers I asked a Jewish family friend about it once bc I felt like a liar for attending synagogue since I’m an atheist, and he said “Please. If only the people who believed went to synagogue, the seats would be empty.”
I love this story!
And yeah, Jewish atheism definitely describes my dad & grandpa.
My grandpa on that side always buys t-shirts at thrift stores & gives them out to extended family according to whose personality they most match, (like he gave me an “Author in Progress” shirt one year ‘cause I’m a writer, which I still wear all the time).
But sometimes, because it’s from thrift stores, there’s no clear match and he just asks who wants it. And this one time, he held up this t-shirt with a vaguely religious phrase on it, and he kind of thinks for a moment, then turns to the whole extended family and nonchalantly goes, “Does anyone here believe in God?”