The child naively believes that everything should be fair and everyone should be honest, that only good should prevail, that everybody should have what they want and there should be no pain or sadness. The child believes the world should be perfect and is outraged to discover it is not.
tried explaining skam to friend who became gay during quarantine and it’s like a different world sorry we didn’t have heartstopper sorry we watched this european web show that aired little clips at different times throughout the week and we’d wait for the tumblr to post subtitles and it was the same story set in different countries and yeah it was good it was really good man
It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.
I love that whenever a middle eastern country is in peril the united shithole states of fucking america suddenly becomes a bastion of lgbt rights that all other countries must live up to or they deserve being bombed
I know it’s not much in the face of everything but I have been finding hope & resilience in palestinian poetry these past few weeks and I created a google drive file of poetry collections by palestinian poets that I will keep updating as I keep on reading. I also recommend checking out @fiercynn’s palestinian poets series for more poets + poetry available online
"I wish it was a dream. Oh, mom and dad. I wish it was a dream and my mom and dad are still alive" after being rescued from underneath the rubble to find his parents killed by Israel.
Share this, we are not numbers. Let our voices be heard in hopes that this stops.
one thing about me is that i will cry. i cry when i’m happy, i cry when i’m sad, i cry when i am angry, i cry when i am tired, and i cry when i think about life
“we live in an uncaring universe” yeah dude and I live in an uncaring house. and I shit in an uncaring toilet. but do you touch an uncaring lover? do you comfort an uncaring child? do you guide to sleep each night a cold and uncaring self?