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i respect people who want to keep their menstruation to themselves but i have to make it everyone's problem. Literally if it was socially acceptable to lead every conversation with "I'm menstruating" i would.

looked him up on Google and he was swallowing a whole monkey

israel's invasion of jenin is so aggressive and inhumane that it speaks volumes how underreported it is in mainstream media. blocking aid from the refugee camps (classic starvation tactic), displacing at least 20 families in the last 24 hours alone, and now setting fire to jenin's market. they are razing streets with bulldozers. people are left without electricity, food, or water. and now they're targeting ambulances and medical staff without even trying to pretend it's erroneous or they're just terrorists. this is what complete impunity looks like

i truly don't understand how anyone can look at any of this and go "well it's been a year of this, so not my problem anymore!!" like it is your problem. it's everybody's problem. if you are choosing to care less during the time where everything is literally 10000x worse than it ever was, then you never cared. that's the truth

#and all the media can focus on is the fucking hostages that israel themselves killed with their bombs and abject refusal to end the genocide #that and the strike action taken by the colonisers in protest at their ‘countrymen’s’ deaths #not the deaths of thousands in gaza nor the grinding of the war machine #to them and the western media one israeli’s life is worth a thousand times more than a million palestinians #truly an irredeemable nation of hitlerite genocidal colonisers whose every word is hung on by pathetic genocidal bourgeois press

I have come up with a better metaphor than “you can’t pour from an empty cup” for burnout. You can’t boil an empty kettle. Pouring from an empty cup just gets you nowhere. Trying to boil an empty kettle can ruin the kettle, the stove, and burn down your house if you keep trying it.

Ever since i was a little girl I have wanted to fight in battle and receive a grave but concealable injury and continue fighting bravely til the end and get reunited with my comrades and then smile and cough up blood then die smiling

i still dream of this

i cant even properly explain how it emotionally affects me when my cat comes up to me for cuddles. small creature walks up to me, a giant, in search of a gentle touch, because he trusts me completely. that is what love is. that is what the universe is built for. i want to cry

i am not an academic weapon more like an academic kamikaze

someone out there probably has a really good life right now. like at least 1 person

How did they do it