this ramadan we pray for peace and aid for the people of palestine. this ramadan we remember the previous ramadans, where thousands of palestinians were massacred. this ramadan we honour palestine, and may we see a free palestine next ramadan

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you enter a boss room and these three are waiting for you, wyd?

blessed are the peacemakers

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good luck gentlemen

youve ruined the color blue for me

I'm actually very normal you stupid fucking bitch piece of shit

See You Space Cowboy

love the Avatar show! yes the animated show from 2005 haha, what else?

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…but you have lived better than most.

my father is the worst man alive and i am his favorite daughter

an eileen solo version because i like the way it came out

how am i? well sometimes i'm fine. but sometimes i feel like a dog with a muzzle on my face, heavy chain around my neck and wrapped around an iron post, barely a few feet long so i'm forced to keep my head low as i rot inside the only room i know but it's alright because i know nothing else, remember nothing else - but very rarely a gentle hand leads me off my post and takes me outside where the grass is soft and the sky is blue and where i can actually breathe for a moment. and for that moment i remember joy i remember freedom i remember purpose i remember that i am an actual living creature that is so much more than what i am allowed to be. but then that hand (not so gentle anymore) grabs me by the neck and takes me back, back, back, and i am again still and stuck and this time it is infinitely worse because of what i had remembered and felt and wanted. and i swear to myself that i will never take that minute of joy again because it only enhances the inevitable misery, only makes it so much stronger. but by the time it rolls around again my bones are aching and my heart is bleeding and my desperate dog brain has forgiven and forgotten so i take the bait again and again and again and every time the grief wedges ever deeper into my soul. and all i have, my one true agency, is to wait for it to somehow end. but sometimes i'm fine.

For 153 days, we’ve seen Palestinians taking care of not only fellow humans by sharing food with each other, helping save people from under the rubble, carrying random bloody strangers to hospitals, and lending a helping hand at any given, but we’ve also seen them, constantly, taking care of animals during the genocide.

The thing is... Israel admitted to this from the very beginning.

They said the confessions were obtained through 'interrogation' in the Shin Bet aka torture (Shin Bet is where they like to torture Palestinian prisoners for intel) so every country that cut funding to the UNRWA knew from the beginning that Israel was using false forced statements.

The famine in Gaza is partly due to this. Never forget that.

one shot one kill

little sombruh sketch