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stabbing pain in the chest, crawling across the floor thinking about Henry Winter...

the secret history left a trail of devastation across my soul. it plummeted me into profound grief. i was inconsolable. Henry's ghost does not leave my periphery

literally why is there such a thing as being away from the person you love the most in the world….. most evil thing on this planet

a girl is never simply grocery shopping btw. she is grocery shopping and running away from the horrors. she is grocery shopping and trying to find her childhood whimsy somewhere between the aisles. she is grocery shopping and feeling an amount of grief that is insurmountable. but she is never just grocery shopping

We actually do not know how many have been killed in Gaza. The numbers of those killed per day are seemingly less everyday compared to the start of the war, but we also hear of new daily massacres. We’re also hearing of Palestinians dying of starvation everyday, a number which is not included in the death toll. There’s not enough search and rescue teams to pull people from under the rubble, or that it’s too dangerous to do so. The Ministry of Health is unable to function properly, doctors and nurses are being killed off as hospitals are routinely bombed over and over, which means the current death toll is not being updated frequently and is most likely inaccurate. The carnage that Israel has left and continues to leave will only further result in the deaths of hundreds, if not thousands, even long after this ‘war’ is over. Does that not scare you? Does that not anger you?

Update: This week, The Lancet, a medical journal, published a report suggesting that by applying conservative estimates of 4 indirect deaths for every direct death to the current amount of deaths reported, the projected Gaza death toll is at 186, 000 or more.

"nobody is judging you" wrong, my mother is seemingly always judging every single stranger she sees

there are days when i regret not studying literature but i believe that choosing to read for pleasure, and occasionally abandoning my actual work in favor of immersing myself in tales makes the whole act of reading feel like a romantically illicit affair

the sound of a ceiling fan is like a lullaby that helps me fall asleep.

what’s the word for post nut clarity but for situations

the word i was looking for was hindsight

Since I was 13 I knew I wanted to listen to music that was bad

the urge to fuck him when he starts rambling about nerdy shit i don't understand

head not empty. too many fictional characters wreaking havoc in it.