I'm trying to bask in your sundrenched world.

Reblog if you understand and have felt the pain of your glasses never being clean no matter how many times you wipe them

the world keeps moving all around me. i go outside and watch people buy in abundance, complain about traffic. i watch influencers sell us their latest makeup product, hair product, selfie light, stanley cup, starbucks order. the construct of whiteness has created two worlds. one where bombs fall somewhere far away and people think the greatest inconvenience is a boycott. and another world where we stay up to memorize faces under rubble, hold on to lines of poetry during the 100th day of bombing, and wait wait wait for a different ending to a very old story. i want no part in their world of comforts, in their life of escapism. how can i escape the orphaned child,a US bomb falling on him, signed off by my million luxuries. how can i continue looking people in the eye.

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

The fact that there was an international outcry over the burning of Notre Dame , but not a single word uttered for the desecration and destruction of worship places, archives and libraries of Gaza and rest of Palestine ,many of which are FAR older than Notre Dame and other buildings in Europe should tell you enough about which countries are deemed worthy of respect and preservation in the West .

every day I’m abruptly reminded that people have terrible opinions

may your next ibuprofen take effect swiftly and noticeably

“we were lovers in a past life” trope but the current incarnations are enemy-to-lovers trope. when. 

To be clear. I don’t want “our past love ended in betrayal and anger and now we hate each other.” I want “we died in love and in each other’s arms” but the current incarnations do NOT remember and they ARE trying their best to End the other one and these new sudden flashbacks to lovingly holding each other’s hands is EXTREMELY UPSETTING

in this gay and age,

In the queer and now…