god truly though, law is such a fucking tsundere. just grumbles and complains and deflects and sighs whenever you smother him with affection, or nibble on his neck, or tell him how handsome he is. and when you finally relent and shuffle out of his office with an "oh fine, i'll leave you alone for now," you've barely made it around the corner before you hear him mutter, "i mean...you don't have to go. i guess. or whatever."
You're not some awful, bad person for not doing things that able-bodied people can do without negative consequences.
Sometimes, you haven't showered in a while.
Sometimes, your room is a mess.
Sometimes, the dishes pile up.
That doesn't make you a failure or deserving of less respect, support, and kindness.
Being disabled, having disabilities, and things that result from said disabilities, don't change the fact you deserve to exist. You deserve peace, and love.
The single greatest picture ever taken in my life. We threw Yu-gi-oh cards at the ceiling fan to watch them scatter, and just happened to take a picture right at this exact moment. To this day, this is the only time I’ve ever heard of anyone breaking a ceiling fan blade with cards.
years old. My family and I are currently displaced in the Al-Zawaida area between the tents. This was the seventh time we had been displaced since the beginning of the war, and we were living a difficult and tragic life.
I am studying computer engineering at Islamic University in Gaza. Our house, where my family, my uncle's family, and my grandfather's family live, was bombed. I lost my most precious possessions, and some of my family members. They died before my eyes, and I could do nothing but hear their voices. They were dying slowly. My grandfather, uncle, and cousins were martyred, and my grandmother was all injured in the bombing by occupation aircraft. I lost our home. All my beautiful memories of me and my family are in it, and my feelings are stuck in it and in all its details. My studies and all my dreams stopped, and the university where I was studying was bombed. I have a life in front of me. I don't know how I will continue. My family and I were displaced to southern Gaza in the so-called safe zone, which is constantly bombarded with missiles and massacres and massacres are committed.
The situation is currently very bad in the south. Diseases are very common. You always feel tired because of contaminated food and water.