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Speak no Americano
- Isabella Peschardt


Speak no Americano

- Isabella Peschardt

ive been living in the dark like!!!!! my grandfather (maternal) and i were just talking and i found out that he LOVES america like the man loves that country so much, also he’s pro Israel and he loves Israel too.
he also loves gandhi, thatcher, indira gandhi. he was talking about how america is great and that they “saved the world from the communists”

My head hurts, i need to lie down.

The past few days.

Where i grew up. i havent been inside the house yet, i will soon. The day i took these pictures I met my neighbours. All of my brothers and sisters (neighbours), except the youngest, are married now. most of them have kids.

Dont reblog.
Today i met my friends from year 3-4 (before i left) and it was such a good day. it was N’s house (ginger-ish hair), we were supposed to meet and walk around the city but i was unwell. we ate onion pakaudas and aloo (potato) pakaudas, it was sooo good! N has a cousin who studied with us in year 3-4 and he was “in love” with me, today they told me that he put a rose in my bag once (i dont remember this at all). a few years ago he kept messaging me and telling me that he loves me. it was such a bizarre time in my life, he told me about the rose and i dismissed it thinking he was lying. Today he came over to N’s house and then she dragged him to the room we were in. He was so shy, he kept his head down the whole time and they introduced me to him and hinted at the rose incident. Then he walked out, so shy.

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every time i feel anxious i recall zadie smith’s words in white teeth about how no one deserves love all the time, that all we deserve is food, water, and shelter. i do not think she was calling for self-abasement but asking us to make our own way for ourselves, to expect from the world as much as we work to cull from it, and to take losses in stride as an inevitable portion of life’s offerings.

out and about. dont reblog.

thats mama and her best friend (mitini). my mitini mama. this was around bishal bazaar.

i look whatever since i woke up an hour before taking the picture.

today is the first day of monsoon so its tradition to put henna on your hand this month and wear something green. we went to mums’s maijjus house and her aunts were there too and her sister (stripy tee). It was fun like all of them were having so much fun, laughing and joking and just having a good time.