running car


What a mess. Driving along and a burgundy car runs the light, causing me to swerve, but my back tire clips the front end and sends me into a spin, almost causing me to roll over and flip. Luckily I was able to wrestle it back onto 4 wheels after slamming into 2 wheels back and forth. Came to a rest on the sidewalk and the car drove off. I’m lucky I didn’t roll over and thankfully I was wearing my seatbelt. Then William came and changed the tire so I could limp it home. Going to put it in the shop before I drive it again. I can only hope it isn’t that expensive. Now I have 3.5 hours to shower and sleep before going into work. Ugh.

anonymous asked:

What are your feelings about the way Taliban ruled Afghanistan?

I dislike them. But lets not talk about them.
Lets talk about the main problem:
The people in Afghanistan.

You know what makes me sad? Seeing my people (not all of them) uneducated, seeing women killed for being infertile, seeing little girls and boys kidnapped and sold, seeing people shouting ‘Allahu Akbar’ while they can’t even read the Qur'an, seeing a woman stoned, beaten, run over by a car and burned because a self-titled ‘Mullah’ spread the false rumor: “she burned the Qur'an”, seeing a widowed woman begging on the streets so she can buy her kids some food, seeing a widowed woman selling or killing her kids and herself because she can’t take care of them anymore (financial reasons). There are so many issues in Afghanistan.
What Afghanistan needs is education.
The people need education especially Islamic education. They’re like “I’m Muslim!!!” but they don’t act like it (again, not all of them), men there don’t know the rights of the woman in Islam due lack of Islamic education. A lot there is culture, few is Islam. I don’t know how to help Afghanistan when it’s the culture and the people itself who don’t try to make it a better place

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.