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This is Lama, a 9 year old from Gaza who's dream is to become a journalist. She wants to hit 100k on Instagram

Help her hit that goal, make her feel loved. Don't only talk about Palestinian childrens dreams when they're dead

thirdyear!izuku would be the type of guy to sneak into your dorm, and (demand) ask if you can sneak out with him. he'd take you floating above the buildings, beyond it, and he'd trap you in his arms until you force him to return to the dorms---just so neither of you will get caught---he'd follow you (because entirely, he's still izuku, and izuku will always follow through what he's told), open your dorm window, sleep on your bed until someone knocks, telling you how late it is, that you've missed the first period and and and—

just saw the most heartbreaking annabeth take from ep 3

israeli soldier assaults Palestinian activist Issa Amro during tour with American journalists Feb. 2023

West Bank

Via Middle East Eye

When I split myself in the womb, my brother inherited my sanity. And I, his sarcasm.

holding your hand out in front of your face and not recognizing the pattern of your palm, the grooves of your fingers, the callouses of your once work worn hands gone

gone

gone like the home in which you grew and dreamed and hoped for a future outside of only to come running back to ashes that will never reform, just a stain on the ever shifting sands and a bitter taste on your tongue

where is there time to mourn in a place such as this? when one gone shifts to another so fast you cannot tell if the air in your lungs is born of ice or forest? you count the days in gones- friends, allies, family, the very pieces of yourself falling from a metal mouth in the sky and screaming for a twin soul lost

your hand is not yours anymore, you don’t recognize the things it’s done, the ease in which it reaches for a trigger faster than the one you had before could ever signal for peace

you are gone and so is he

redemption burns hot upon your face as the world around you rebuilds and you are frozen, left clamouring for scraps of yet another gone, the arbiter of a legacy written in the stars not chosen

and with one hand weak, you carry the burden, for it is you who will be the light

you who will fight against the gone

when susan sontag wrote “I must change my life so that I can live it, not wait for it”

I feel bad for Gerard way rn., like IMAGINE you work upwards of 18 years crafting and ensuring that your comic gets on the big screen, only for fucking Steve Blackman to nerf you with the most atrociously out of character, plotless, anger inducing writing to ever grace Netflix minus the select few in the LAST FUCKING SEASON. Steve Blackman trust you will be dealt with, GERARD WAY IM SO SORRY

They killed the olive trees. They killed the little children. They killed the unborn. They killed the father. They killed the mother. They killed the journalist. They killed the journalists entire family. They killed all the aunts and uncles. They killed the doctors. They killed the soul of his soul. They killed the groom. They killed the bride. They killed the cats. They killed the elderly people older than their apartheid state. They killed the thousands of memories painted on the walls. They killed 30,000+ Palestinians that we will never get back. [@/ missfalsteenia on X. 01/07/24.]