Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 18:30:44 GMT
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أباد الله خضراءهم ابذل لصديقك دمك ومالك . nick in a nutshell  . his favorite things his niece, naila - damon albarn - william boyd - ghost adventures - dark gray - bowie - mulholland drive - cloudy apple juice - apple flavored anything - berlin - robert rauschenberg - the guitar emoji - social justice - root beer pop tarts - a good rant - spice - politics - horror movies - reverse cowgirl - peppery scents - novelty - video games - tom ford - malaysian food - the smiths - nicotine - lily aldridge - ancient rome - otho - his dog - history - vintage clothing groups on facebook - mexico - whisky sours - woke girls - adventurousness - instagram. . confessions
. naila & freya  "I owe Nick everything. When I look back I want to slap myself, it was so obvious... how could I have stayed with Rafi for so long? I hate to be such a cliche, but the only excuse I have is that I loved him and I was convinced that despite it all, he loved me. I thought his violence was just symptomatic of his protectiveness, as if he loved me so much he didn't know how to channel it. That's what he said, anyway. Besides, it didn't start until after we were married, and by then I felt I couldn't leave him, not with Naila being so small and it being such an infrequent thing... God, I was so blind. I really thought it would pass. I didn't notice as it escalated, as I fell into every cliche imaginable. You really don't think it will ever happen to you. I would probably still be with Rafi if it wasn't for Nick. I should clarify - Nick was my brother in law, is my brother in law until things get finalized. He was Rafi's little brother and they were so close. Being the only Muslim family in a small town could be difficult, but Rafi was always a charmer and more often than not we all sort of forgot that they were different, or maybe it really didn't matter. I'd like to believe the latter. Anyway, Rafi and Nick were close, so I always saw a lot of him. He's the best uncle Naila could have asked for. I can't wait for the day he has kids, he's got such a natural gift. You shouldn't ask me about him, I can only see the good. Anyway, let me get to the point - Nick was the first person to notice what was going on, and he was the one who told me I had to go to the police. When I didn't I could see how torn he was. You can't underestimate how hard it must have been for him, torn in his loyalty to his big brother and distraught over what he was witnessing. If it hadn't been for Naila, things may have been different. But Naila exists and thank god she does. Nick went to the police and told them what was happening, and with his support I finally broke down and told all. The bit that really breaks my heart is the reaction from his parents - I understand them hating me, even thinking I'm a liar despite the evidence. But disowning Nick? I feel sick with guilt over it. If only I had manned up and done it myself, I could have spared him this. I know it hurts him. Still, he doesn't let it show, and he's Naila's world. I really do owe him everything." . temazepam twins  "I once had a gecko named Earl. I named him Earl because my brother Abel said I couldn't name him Aladdin because he was clearly not Muslim and that was offensive, also racist. When I suggested Mohammed, he said that was equally racist and that my gecko clearly did not have any sense of religion. Truthfully I think it was racist that Abel assumed names had any part of religion. He's such a stupid twin. Anyway. Nick is Muslim. Which doesn't have anything to do with anything, other than his mom makes really ethnic food and I fake-like it even though I'd rather be eating a hamburger. The first time I slept over at his house when I was five I shit the bed and tried to blame it on their dog. Nick and I've been friends for a long time. So long that I can't really remember a time that he wasn't there. Memories don't really set in till you're about five and I've known him long than that. Significant early memories are us in the schoolyard, pantsing each other every recess and getting sent to the principal's office - always together. We're even blood brothers, we sliced each other's hands open and shared a hand shake as pre-teens. I'm still sort of sorry I cut his deep enough that he required stitches, oops. Then there was the time Nick became a temporary douchebag. He thought he was Tom Brady, but really he was just that goldren retriever Air Bud. That lasted about a year, it was hard to watch from after. Not because my heart was splitting or anything, I think he claimed jealousy at one point. It was all really funny, but my insides were being torn up by second hand embarassment. Our friendship is balance. We're different in a lot of ways. I'm more techy and he's more.. a tortured artist. Sometimes I'll listen to him sing songs with his guitar, he's the second-coming of Oasis (I'd specify Gallagher brother but they're both the worst). We even each other out though, I like to think I make him more digestable for other people. People say we're both better and worse when we're together." . teenage kicks  "Nick was the first person I laid eyes on in Newbury, and admittedly, I thought he was The One until I met Abel. I'm obviously not as fucking moronic as I used to be at seventeen, and Nick means more to me now than the scratching post I had him pegged for. When you tell me I'm supposed to keep my hands off, I'm naturally going to want to do the exact opposite. To be fair, I'm still not as saintly as I'd like to be. I'd still climb him like a tree. But Corinne loves him, and Corinne is the best friend I've ever had. I wouldn't go there. Other than wanting to fuck Nick senseless on and off through our Young Adult years, he's been pretty much the only reason I've been able to feed myself over the past six months. He was the one who got me the contact at The New York Times, and at CNN. It would seem, ever since I left Uber, that all the business connections I once had are nil. Dad probably has something to do with it. Nick even let me stay on his couch when I was trying to find a place to live, and I've been a New Yorker my whole life but he knows more about Queens than I do. He's been a huge help and I owe him. Big time. Nick's also the one I can go to when August is pissing me off, or when Corinne is being such a fucking door mat that it's no longer fun to push her buttons. He deserves better than what he's doing now. He has the writing chops and the passion, so I'm not really sure what's stopping him. It hurts my heart to see that talent go to good use. When the Damp Nut we call our president won, he taught me a lot about how to be better. How to listen. How to help. How to protest. Though, if I have to listen to him play the fucking guitar one more time I might just off myself. And if I have to listen to Corinne swoon and barf all over him with praise I'm going to off her too." إذا كنتَ ذا رأىٍ فكن ذا عزيمة فإن فساد الرأي أن تترددا |
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