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israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

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“I live in my own little world. But its ok, they know me here.” ― Lauren Myracle

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through this entire conflict ive realised one thing: the world is a wretched place and if it allows the genocide of one peoples, what makes you think it'll be against your own? Do you think you're safe from being murdered?

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It is the morning of the 29th of May and everything seems okay. — 29th May

The world feels like it might be ending — 30th May

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It is the day before the last day of May. And my bones are creaking. I feel as though, in a few days, something might emerge. Something ancient, and old, and concealed. All the days I thought I had forgotten are piling up on me. The same winds that I had stood bravely against, had ripped my skin. And I tried to forget it, nor did I try to feel it. And I think I did forget it. Except, the aftermath of it all is creeping in. I can almost feel it. It is the day before the last day of May and the nightsky has no stars. It is the day before the last day of May and I think I want to sleep to the sound of rain again. And forget it all. If only for one more night.

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Somewhere, in a dream, I am 15 again. And I am peeling mandarins again in the sun. And I am laughing with my friends in class. And I go on a family trip with my best friend and her family. And we take lots of pictures. And me and my family are laughing together on the driveway at night as it rains. And I taste raspberry jam again for the first time in 10 years. And I try to find constellations in the sky. And in the morning, I have jam and butter sandwiches. And I make fairy bread for my sister. And we chop down the sugarcane from our backyard and chow it down as the juice smears our faces. And we plant roses. And my mum grows a cucumber plant. And the flocks of cockatoos still live near my house. And I take selfies in the sun. And I paint a lot and I write my first piece of poetry and the old suitcases from beneath my bed get moved. And I invite my best friend over and we go by ourselves to the old drain pipe near the stream. And I laugh till my stomach hurts. And I take the newly-washed laundry out into the sun. And suddenly, I am 15 again. And the only thing I want is for life to go on forever.

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I think… I am tired of being distressed. Yes,         I am exhausted. Of crying in the rain.

I look to the sky and I listen to the wind and I think, so this is life. A little mouthful.

“I believe in       this connection we all have to nature, to each other, to the      universe”

I'm sorry there is so much pain in this story

but...

and tears.

because I plan to do so much with this one wild and precious life

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I saw a bowl of oranges in the sun today and life is hard and life is uncertain and full of guilt, but nonetheless, I am here. I am alive. I repeat this to myself every morning. Don't worry, I think I am still breathing.

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So, this is the world

I am not in it

It is beautiful

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Ramadan Mubarak to all of those who celebrate <33 May this month bring blessings and joy to you and your loved ones ☪️

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It should be enough.

To make something beautiful should be enough.

It isn't.

It should be.

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what a dream

vibing

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i think franz kafka for sure would’ve been the kind of guy who wanted his lover to poison him with mushrooms whenever he started acting up. i think he would’ve liked that

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“We accept the love we think we deserve.”

but i have no love to accept

and one day i think i might accept it even if i think i dont deserve it

is that real love?

does fake love count as love?

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“I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself ”

"And I think I like myself a little broken, with rough edges, a little harder to grasp."

but

I want to be loved

and the world wants to love soft things

not cruel and violent things

and for once i think.. it hurts to be what i want to be

i've heard them say that

but i want to be loved so much; i do not know how it feels like, so

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow”

but the flowers, will have been invented; and they shall be only a mere mirage

forgive me;

“Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?”

shall I like myself softer and prettier?

is it better that way?

Chris Cleave // Nayyirah Waheed // Clementine von Radics // anonymous // Kelly Cherry // Andre Gide // Edvard Munch // Richard Siken // Jodi Picoult

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collapsing knees, i'll crawl back to bed

it’s literally thursday and im being so brave about it