ur cute

i don't understand how i am supposed to live with this profound sadness. to be honest

childhood was painful but at least my brain was underdeveloped enough to keep vibing back then. take me back

So many Palestinians’ lives will just never be the same. Even on the chance that a ceasefire is declared, which even that isn’t forthcoming, it will not undo the trauma of having your home destroyed, of having the cafe you dwelled every day reduced to rubble, of digging among ruins to see your loved ones one last time, of living in makeshift encampments that are bombarded by airstrikes day and night, of experiencing a live genocide while the world does absolutely nothing to stop it. Those people have seen things they can never speak of—and still we have people chalking it up to “exterminating Hamas,” to “Arabs being terrorists,” to “both sides are in the wrong.” The least we owe Palestinians is a free Palestine, but it’s far from the last thing.

i... am... not... depressed!!! my telekinesis halfheartedly shoves a couple things around the room

always vaguely feeling like im in trouble for something but idk what