im not gay

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 destroyed, of your loved ones you had to dig among rubble to see one last time, of living in makeshift encampments that are bombarded by airstrikes day and night, of the sheer fucking trauma that came with experiencing a live genocide. Those people have seen things they 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 these people is a free Palestine, but it’s far from the last thing.

I was watching Bob Ross and he said in his gentle way, "Now you've gotta make a big decision... go to the bathroom, or piss the bed."

testosterone should be sold by the gallon for cheap at every costco. a buck fifty. like the hot dog

Skizz, looking at the squad: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.