Many Are Saying It’s Time We All Fused Our Bones Together In A Mad Tower And Travailed To Scrape Down

I’ve been absent for days — we were suddenly evacuated after the surgical ward at our hospital was targeted. That night was hell.

I came back hoping for a bit of hope… but seeing the donations drop broke me more than I expected.

To the world: Do you think we’re lying? Is the BBC lying?

We’re being killed — in streets, in tents, even in hospitals.

We are human. Educated. We had jobs, dreams. Now we’re just trying to keep our families alive.

Please, share this. Help us be heard. Donate. Share. Speak up. Maybe it will reach a heart that cares.

The book of love is long and boring no one can lift the damn thing it’s full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing but I I love it when you read to me and you you can read me anything

is that a hard boiled egg in your back pocket or is your penis just round and on the wrong side

that pistachio completely sealed in its shell is scared and alone, like a miner trapped by rubble. you need to free it by any means necessary. get the gun from your dad's cabinet

i've absorbed so much disdain for catholic practice over the course of my life that despite my proclivities i have little to no interest in being worshipped what-so-ever. yes i am a force of nature hitherto unwitnessed unmeasureable against the known world. yes i am unto divinity. yes i am self-defining and my very footstep cuts the world like perfect steel. i do collect tithes but not by prayer or sacrifice. i cut away a little bit at a time so you don't notice. i'm a conceptual demon, an angel of annihilation and lightning is my accelerant. what was i talking about

"fuck cancer" as a sentiment may be the greatest psy-op ever put to paper

head explosion girl

Sin Eater