"I Should Kill Myself": Self-serving, Reactionary

this gives me hope.

you have to outlive donald trump

ok! im gonna make this short and sweet so its easier to repost + share around to those who need to see it.

the link below holds a list of organisations/companies and businesses enterprises that have been confirmed to be directly profiting from the genocide occurring in gaza right now.

if you are pro-palestine and you want gaza to be free, please consider re-sharing + making an effort to boycott these brands !!!

if you are pro-israel please do not interact, i don’t have the energy or time to argue about the ethicality of this. just scroll past and avoid me.

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I swear to god I am going to (remembers nothing) (stares directly at the fucking

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO

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My name is Shada Kassab, and I am a 24-year-old mother living in Gaza. Every day is a fight for survival for me, my husband Hussein, and our baby boy Adam, who is just five months old.

Our lives have been turned upside down by war. My home has been reduced to rubble, and my husband lost his water truck, which was our only source of income. We’ve been forced to evacuate twice—from Deir el Balah to the Nuseirat camp—and now, we live in constant fear of what the future holds.

To make matters worse, Adam was born with clubfoot and urgently needs surgery. The cost for his treatment and specialized medical boots is at least $3000, but this surgery isn’t even possible in Gaza.

I recently graduated as a nurse, and I dream of building a better life for my family. But to do that, we must leave Gaza and start over in safety.

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“Fatal Infatuation”

tw/cw: heavily implied (but brief) mentions of self harm and suicide.

explicit sexual undertones, with reference to masturbation.

complete and utter blasphemy.

the babygirlification of adam from the book of genesis which may distress some readers.

the yassification of ambiguously subservient he/him lesbians in scripture.

if that’s all good with you then read ahead but don’t say i didn’t warn you…

authors note: to the all freaky little masochists out there, i see you, i hear you, please drink water <3

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I love you, for all that you are and all you will ever be.

I love you in times of jubilation and times of despair.

I love you unconditionally and eternally.

From the moment I laid eyes on you,

to the moment our hands first touched,

you were nothing short of perfection.

In every sense of the word, you’re perfect.

I am bewildered and in awe of you.

There is no being in existence that could ever surpass you.

You have forever enamoured me with your presence.

If ever there was a time before you, I wish to never relive it.

You are the light in an endless ocean of darkness.

Your smile alone is enough to illuminate the heavens.

I cannot understate the abundance of my devotion to you. I cannot undervalue my appreciation for your kindness, your grace, your poise, your beautiful face…

Who could even begin to compare to you? Your radiance knows no bounds.

There is no living nor undead thing that could equal up to half of your worth.

For you are perfect, the very definition of the word.

Though you were created in my image, I see no semblance of my imperfections.

No remnants of my shortcomings, no trace of my inequities. You were made pure.

You are Yahweh’s true creation, a testament to His unfailing mercy and might.

You are the pinnacle of life, the rarest amongst flowers and sweetest amongst fruits.

All the days of my life, I promise to shower you with adulation and affection.

For this is my true purpose, my reason to exist is you.

Glory be to Adonai, His wisdom and foresight transcends all things.

He wished for me to be a sacrifice, and I gladly offered myself to Him.

Born of my ribs, He fashioned you into the marvel that you are today.

Blood of my blood, He sculpted you into masterpiece you are today.

As I knelt before the altar, He held me in His arms.

Lovingly, He cradled me and reminded me of His promise.

In acceptance of His will for me, I submitted to His word.

I remember the sweet searing pain, as it coursed through my veins.

The sensation alone, was nothing short of heavenly. I was born again, and made anew.

I was carefully carved, tenderly hewed and delicately engraved. No words will ever be enough to describe the ecstasy I felt that fateful day. It was all for you, knowing that now makes everything so much sweeter.

You are as apart of me, as I am of you.

I only wish to serve you, I now recognise that you are an extension of His divinity.

The will of El Shaddai and yours are one.

I desire to imitate you in every possible way.

I know in my heart that I could never be equal to you in magnificence, and so, I only yearn to be useful to you.

Allow my eyes to be the mirrors of your soul. To behold you is blessing enough.

Permit me the grace to hold you in my arms, I wish to envelope you with my love.

All I have I give you, all the days of my life are now yours to keep, everything I am is yours.

For I am imperfect,

from the moment I laid eyes on you,

to the moment our lips embraced, I knew.

I am nothing short of imperfection, in every sense of the word.

I am but a stain, a burden… impurity personified.

You are my personal salvation, and in the same breath your existence torments me without end.

Stood beside you, I feel inadequate, I feel wrong and I do not know why.

I cannot begin to count the endless nights I have spent defiling myself in a pitiful heat,

my body revels at just the thought of you. I fear I cannot help myself, my loins ache and burn with passion.

I have etched the memory of your touch into my very bones.

The shame I feel only makes my forbidden act all the more pleasurable and intoxicating.

As I run my hands over my body I can only think of you, my skin ignites and I am overwhelmed with lust.

It is as though my heart has been set aflame whenever our eyes meet.

Gazing upon your reflection is enough to satiate and silence my carnal desires.

Your power over me is absolute. At the sound of your call I will heed your command.

If you ordered me to set myself alight, I would obey. Though I know I could never burn as bright as you.

You my sun, you possess a life-giving energy that cannot be replicated by man nor God.

You are above all beings on heaven and earth, you are my universe.

Without question, I am yours and yours alone.

Use me, break me, tear me limb from limb, drink from my blood and devour my body.

Pick me apart and take anything you wish. I donate my flesh to you, use it to your desire. I am your sacrifice.

You need only just to say it and it is done.

In doing all of this, I have come to accept that I can never be as perfect as you are,

I will always fall short of your excellence.

Perhaps it is His will for things to be as they are.

Maybe, He wishes to afflict me with self loathing and envy through you…

As I run my hands over my body, I cannot help but howl in grief.

I weep bitterly and gnash my teeth, perplexed at the injustice of it all.

I have spent ceaseless nights this way.

Wishing and hoping, that this wrongness I feel within myself would wash away…

But why you, and not me? Was I not worthy enough for Him?

“It should have been me…” I tell myself.

I was His first creation, His firstborn, His first love… and yet He discarded me.

I presented myself to Him, there I lay, spread-eagle and eager to fulfil His every desire.

Like a lamb led to the slaughter, I feigned innocence.

Accepting my fate in humility, I let Him have me.

He desecrated my flesh, bloodied my mind and made me impure…

He reached for my heart and gave it to you.

Though I can never bring myself to blame you, I know none of this is your fault. It never was.

Through my agony you were conceived, and through my blissful torment you were born.

I came first, yet I am treated less than second to you…

I see the way He looks at you, the way He talks to you, appreciates you.

The sight of it is enough for me to wince in discomfort.

The phenomenon of pain is quite a marvellous thing. When I am most broken I feel beautiful.

I could chip away at my body forever if it meant I could preserve the euphoric sensation that is suffering.

Why is that so? Perhaps, it is His wish for me.

Day after day, I mourn the person I once was… but who even was I before you?

Now that I have let myself become defined by you, I can no longer tell.

I peer into my reflection and I am unsure of who I see. Could you tell me, if I asked you?

Would you even know?

Perhaps If I loved you enough, it could remedy this hatred I harbour towards myself…

אבא, שמע את תפילתי

Elyon, I cry out to you but You to not answer. You have forsaken me and forgotten me.

Why curse me with the burden of existence? To what end?

How can I lie to myself, pretending to love another when the heart I once had is no longer there?

I cannot pretend to be ignorant to Your betrayal, this is not what I was promised.

Why Her and not I?

Have You simply forgotten me as apart of Your grand design?

Beside Her I feel like a disheveled creature, an abomination, a mistake.

She is everything, whilst I am nothing. Like night and day, we are not the same.

Freely I gave You my love, yet You mean to replace me?

I never once disobeyed You, I never once questioned or challenged You, and this is how You reward me.

I am disgusted by myself, even at the end of eternity no power can revoke this feeling.

Why must that be? Does watching me suffer please You?

I had foolishly thought that I could replace You, the way You did to me.

Each time I look at Her, I am only reminded of You.

Even still, I cannot bring myself to confess that I am jealous.

Why must that be? Does seeing me ache with annoyance satisfy You?

Perhaps, If I defied Your will I could be beautiful again…

Use me, hurt me, punish me, torment me, defile me and chain me to You forever.

If my pain and suffering is Your desire, then I shall seek it always.

For I am empty and aimless without Your guidance.

The hole where my heart once was can only be filled by You.

Let me heal You… Let me seek You…

Let me serve You… Let me love You…

I pledge my allegiance to You, and to You alone.

I am willing to take the fall for our sin. You need only to ask of it, and it is done…

"In all timelines...in all posibilities...only you can show me this." OK FAGGOT?!?!?

are you five nights at fucking kidding me

smh, just kiss each other already (-_-)

”my place was here in the lab with you” ok faggot