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WELCOME BACKKKKKKK

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does not matter what I do, I will always be the painted out Bad man. I could have held when you needed to be held, I could leave the room if that's what you needed. I could write to your freedom from me for you if you asked me to, I could help or if needed cease to help, I could pack my things and disappear if that's what you desired. But still, I would be painted out as the bad man.

And I think I've made my peace with it.

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This place is above and beyond of what they nowadays call the matrix. A secret society of intricate minded people and most importantly, a group of excruciating, pain in the ass sort of observers. What made you join here? All we do is write and scribble and read and scribble and write... how about sleeping sometimes...

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a heart's resolve

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The relation between nature and human being: Agnieszka Lepka

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FOUND family??? you think i just found them like this??? babes this is FORGED family. Me & the bros were scrap metal in a junkyard (very valuable, very sharp, very dangerous, uncared for) and we GOT IN THE FUCKING FIRE TOGETHER. WE did this. we said I AM NOT LEAVING YOU and melted into each other for better or for worse (it’s for better) and we are A FUNCTIONAL UNIT now. DO NOT SEPARATE. BATTERIES FUCKING INCLUDED. FOUND family my ass, we built this non-nuclear family unit from the ground up, don’t devalue this!!! it was is and will be a labour of love!!!

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by yours truly🤭

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

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Palestinian men and boys in Gaza describe the torture, humiliation, and dehumanization that they suffered during their time as captives of the Israeli occupation forces. “They forced us to make dogs’ sounds,” one man tells the camera. “If you refused to do so, they would beat you.” Another tells the reporter, “When they saw us falling asleep, they would come with a lighter and burn our backs with it.”

“Every hour was like years,” the same man says. “The torture was unbelievable.” Reports have emerged in recent days of mass roundups, torture, and execution of men and boys in Beit Hanoun and other parts of north Gaza. Detainees were identified by loved ones and others in the community who recognized them from the photos the occupation forces have been releasing.

As more footage and testimony are released, the depth of the horrors inflicted upon our people in Gaza are being brought to light. While we may never know the full extent of those horrors, what we already know is enough for any person of conscience to be able to identify as war crimes that are as depraved as they are systematic.

“My message for the world is to look at those detainees,” the final detainee tells viewers. “We are respected people. We are not animals.”

Via palestinianyouthmovement

Video Aljazeera

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shoutout to al pacino in despair. gotta be one of my fave genders

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"The poets were always correct," I say softly. "You are half my soul."

— Song of Achilles.

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to my dear, with all my love ♡ x

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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.]

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"You're the product of two people who fell in love."

What if say, I'm not,

I'm the product of the extremes in a relationship,

Two people, who made up a million lies to end up together;

vicing families, bending and aligning their times;

Two people, that were both the masterminds.

Two people that hated the guts, the flowers and jewelleries the marriage brought,

yet loved so, to a point, dedicated to moving cities for one another.

Two people that would save up all their money in a foreign city to have a day out of walks to the museum and icecreams after, to get to know each other,

but dinner with each other wouldn't go past the liver without a hint of disgust.

Two people who respect each other, so much that the other would ditch all bad habits, but was it enough? when it used to come down to the envy envisage?

Two people, who fell irrevocably in Alliance;

Each one promised to always finish stirring the curry and putting in the rest of the spices if the other had to run to take the kid to school gate;

yet the much perchance contradictory to throw plates and chairs in each other's damn name.

Like two children on a seesaw, one went up the other couldn't patiently wait to. Two different extremes, so much love diluted within hating the guts,

and thus my intimidating eyes.

by, Yours truly🍓