moving blogs to @liquidsleep since ive had this one for longer than id like. see ya there

i always mean it when i say i love you btw

‘but thats a stranger you dont know’ and i love them. i love that they exist and i love that they passed through my life. and i love u too btw

reblog to tell your mutuals you love them for existing

girl in her room disorder

joining the war on “pretentiousness” on the side of the pretentious

yemen is the poorest nation in the arab world. but in two weeks time, it did what no oil or gas- rich arab nation could do. by seizing three ships and costing i****l more than 2 billion by forcing its ships to go around africa, yemen showed up.

Just a reminder that Yemen has risked it ALL for Palestine, as they are going through one of the worst humanitarian crisis' ever. Due to their resilience, the puppets at the UN have decided to exclude them from the world food program. Yemen is STARVING. Please consider donating towards their hunger crisis. Let's show up for Yemen.

And no I don’t think love ever leaves because it’s been eight years since my dad died and he is in every thought and hope and dream. and when I think I can’t fix the computer he is here. and when I eat chocolate cake he is here. and when the sun glows at 3pm he is here. and he will always be here because his life made mine, and my life will be his epilogue

Recently I’ve been thinking about forgiveness and freedom, presence and passing. He died, and he remains. He’s not here to love his favourite flowers; I water them daily. He can’t walk along his favourite path; I’ll think of him as I do. He exists in the mirror with the eyes we share, and I share his life with stories and myself. He is thought of in all that he was, all that he is.