Goyohany - Gouo

Mood rn

too much

@/horrifically //  Igor Shcherbakov, Sinichka. (oil on canvas), 2019,  // Nicole Homer, Underbelly // Daniele Valeriani // @serratedpens // Takehiko Inoue, Vagabond illustration

come home to me. you’ve been gone lately, and i don’t mean physically. some part of you is out in a worse place than i can pronounce. i see how it sucks the life out from under you, how your bone marrow hurts, how tired you are no matter the hour. i want to hold you until you feel warm again but i understand you need your space while this is happening. i can see you pushing me away. i wish you wouldn’t but i know what it’s like to set things on fire just for the chance that you catch too. you’re still who i love. i’m waiting for you.

Guys i don’t want to optimize you if you still care about genocide in gaza .

But the news saying the ceasefire agreement is done and they will maybe tomorrow Announce it .

Best thing is the isareli army will withdraw from all Gaza Strip that’s mean the Rafah border crossing will back to work again so i need your support your help so I could take my brother Mohammed out to be with his Son Zayed and his wife.

And didn’t told you before my brother Omar engaged and His fiancee still in north gaza. He asked me alot to tel you about her so he can also be with the love of his life.

Don’t think your contribution is small even the one dollar helps . Sharing also helping.

I need an inhaler

Sadness will last forever - I Was Raped as a Child (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1090172529-sadness-will-last-forever-i-was-raped-as-a-child?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=wayechoi&wp_originator=mzQegLyrpSU%2FhB9c6klaLBnnOBU7HA3Tcivx0YazPTT2PYBp1IXQfK7dK5wcqLIPtS4lijL%2BSUvbEE0aO3%2BmT0mwTuadBqH2aREbabu5GfaKV0G7sfPI7waCL8f7O2%2BV I Was Raped as a Child, and There's No Going Back

“And today, I sat in my car alone in the empty parking lot and cried. I cried for the girl I was at 9, I cried for the girl I was at 13, I cried for the girl I was at 16, and I cried for the girl I am today. I shed tears for the versions of me that were killed and born out of necessity, out of survival. I know I am not responsible for the hurt people bestowed me, but I am the one who bears the consequences of other’s failures. I am the one who knows how much blood was spilled, and I am the one who sees the scars that were left on my skin as a reminder of what happens to vulnerability. I am the only one who mourns what other people killed in me.”

-n.c. // grief

Because there isn’t always a reason.

“I tried shoving all of my feelings down my throat, because no matter what I wanted to believe or not; I Deserved It.”

-a book that’ll be too hard to write