#EXACTLY.

[ibtisams]

Notice how Palestinians are alway beautiful…

[sunglassesmish]

😫

[l8tof1]

[sheepstiel]

[zeerohpunk]

gavin would love chappell roan trust me on this

[ravenkings]

[romanreigns]

[on-leatheredwings]

YOU GET IT!!!!!

No Damian isn't actually going to eat you nor vice versa (although it's an entertaining idea) but the thought of his body being sustenance for your very life and body !!!! His life force is blending into yours!!! Being forever a part of you!!! That is what love, true deep and all consuming love is to him! Never being apart from each other's soul even if your physical bodies are far from one another!!! His soul and spirit being intrinsically linked to yours!!! God I have to stop otherwise I won't shut up -damian anon

[mexashepot]

ב-7 באוקטובר לא קרה לך כלום.

לא מתת. כל קרובייך בחיים. ילדייך לא נחטפו. לא נלקחת בשבי. אף אחד בסביבתך הקרובה לא נעדר.

המדינה הזאת כה זערורית, שכמו כולם את מכירה אנשים שחרב עליהם עולמם - במקרה שלך, היכרות רחוקה או מפעם. בארץ הזו מפרידות שלוש דרגות של היכרות בין אדם לאדם - בחייו. במותו מספיקות רק שתיים.

את יודעת שזה יכול היה לקרות גם לך. לילדים שלך. אין כאן אמא אחת שהרעיון המפלצתי הזה לא עובר לה בראש, מכווץ לב ורחם.

לא קרה לך כלום.

חושייך מתחדדים יתר על המידה. שאון אופנוע מאיץ הוא אזעקה. רשרוש שקית ברחוב היא חוליית מפלצות שמשחרת בסתר להרג. טריקת דלת אצל השכנים היא פריצה. כלב נובח הוא מחבל תוקפני.

את מתקשה לישון. נרדמת באמצע הלילה. מתעוררת לא הרבה אחרי. מדמייינת דברים שלא קרו לך. כאבי פאנטום של אבריי זרים מפלחים את גופך. את בוכה על אנשים שאת לא מכירה.

לא קרה לך כלום.

את מחפשת דרך להועיל במשהו עבור אלה שכן קרה להם. את מתנדבת עבור ארגון אחד ואז אחר. כולם אומרים שרוח הנתינה מפעימה, מחזקת. בראש את יודעת שזה נכון, אבל את לא מרגישה את זה בבטן. בכלל, מרוב שאת מרגישה את מה שלא קרה לך, את לא מרגישה את מה שכן קורה.

לא קרה לך כלום.

רק הנשמה שלך נחטפה והקשב שלך נעדר והנפש שלך בשבי. ואולי בכל זאת קצת מתת.

******

On October 7, nothing happened to you.

You didn’t die. All of your loved ones are alive. Your kids weren’t kidnapped. Nobody in your immediate circle is missing.

This country is so tiny, that like everyone else, you know people whose world has been shattered - in your case, people you know only distantly, or from long ago. Here only three degrees separate between one person and another - when they're living. If they’re dead, it’s just two.

You know this could have happened to you. To your children. There's not a single mother in this country this monstrous idea hasn't crossed her mind, tightening heart and womb.

Nothing happened to you.

Your senses are in hyper mode. A speeding motorbike is a siren. A crinkling plastic bag is a group of monsters in hiding, ready for ambush. A slamming door is a break-in. A barking dog is an attacking terrorist.

You have trouble sleeping. You fall asleep in the middle of the night, and wake up not much later. You imagine things that didn’t happen to you. Phantom pains of strangers’ limbs slice through your body. You cry for people you don’t know.

Nothing happened to you.

You look for ways to do something for those to whom things did happen. You volunteer for one initiative, and then another. Everyone says that the spirit of giving is astounding and empowering. In your mind you know this is true, but in your heart you feel nothing.

In general, you feel what didn't happen to you so much, that you don’t feel what does.

Nothing happened to you.

Only your soul is kidnapped, your attention is missing, and your heart has been taken hostage.

And maybe you did die a little.

[serpulalacrymans]

love ? love?

love?

love? love?

i dont understand-

i thought you said you couldn't love ? incapable of projecting any kind of love..... thats what you said ? i was fine with that-

love? you said you couldnt.............

You don't understand me. I can love all I want. I have so much love to give all the time. I love so many things and so many people. I can love all I want but it's all obsolete. Worthless. A tree falling with no one around. It means nothing if I love someone or something to anyone else but me. I can not project any kind of love that is worthwhile or worth anything at all. This does not bother me.

I can love. But it's like screaming into a void. There's no one around to hear or feel. And I'm okay with this. It does not bother me.

I am incapable of truly being loved on a level that matters to us. I am alone. I have nobody. I don't know what love looks like and I never will. Not for real. I am also okay with this. It's something I have known since I was little. Love is simply out of my grasp and I'm sorry. I wish I could be what you need me to be.

[ybcpatrick]

Wait. Is Kell not your actual name? 😮

yes but also no! it's based off my last name. my real first name is incredibly common, so when i started interacting in fandom spaces, i wanted to make sure i was called something that was relatively unique. i think that has worked out in my favour kskdksfkskf

[saytrrose]

Queenie: "FEE FI FO FUMB, I'M GONNA GETCHA!"

Kinger: *screams from hell*

^

[wvldorf]

[witchofthemoss]

Everyone should play Potionomics NOW!!!!

[marapuama]

now what did cross do wrong other than everything he did wrong