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Free Palestine.

Two words that many struggle to say, many ignore, many hate.

Genocide.

One word that many dislike, many claim to be against, but many support.

All lives are equal, regardless of your color, your accent, your hair, your height, your eyes, and the country you were born within.

Never again to the holocaust, never again to the Congo massacre, and never again to the many genocides.

Never again means never ever again, even for the Palestinians.

Wake up people, there are innocent people dying over there, thousands begging for food.

If you don’t speak up, you’re not any better than the Zionist supporters.

-Sincerely, a Palestinian 🇵🇸

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Humans are…

everything and nothing at all.

We have so many qualities, some tucked away between the fabrics of our clothing, some as noticeable as a pimple on a nose.

We can be manipulative, yet seemingly kind, honest but rude, confident though cowardly, and even strange yet alluring.

But at end of it all we are nothing. We’re irrelevant to the universe, to the past, to the rocks that lay on the cliff of mountains. We’re simply passerby’s, only affecting the environments presently around us. We’re simply nothing more than fragments of dust clumped together to make what we call humans, we are irrelevant to all the other solar systems out there. And certainly the world will keep spinning, the sun will keep shining, and that rock on the top of the cliff will either remain untouched and in place on the mountain, or in the water that it threatened to fall into. Yet it will still remain a rock and exist longer than any human could ever imagine. It is constant and unwavering.

And in the end at least then we know, that that rock has more relevance than we do.

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Knowing someone for only a day, meeting them once and realizing that you are utterly captivated by them is an embarrassing experience. I feel so dumb for feeling these emotions toward them, especially when everybody around me looks at me in a humiliating manner.

I’m not crazy, you’d understand how I feel if you had been there. I’m not desperate, I just don’t want to let go of a possible good experience.

I miss that entire interaction, the day I met them. The time we spent talking. The asking of each other’s names. The exchanging of information.

It’s shameful to say that I miss someone I met once. I hate to admit that, but I do… I can’t help it.

But even though I yearn to hear their words, to see their face, to hear their opinions on things, and to wish them well in life…

I promise I won’t call… I won’t be the one message that pops up on your phone, one you get to laugh at as you show your friends…

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Dear CMBYN,

Please leave my head. I hate how the moment I finished watching you, you made your way into every crevice of my being. Mostly infecting my heart and mind, and now you begin to touch the light of my soul. Rolling around in my misery, the misery you bestowed upon me. How dare you come into my life and make me question every fact I have ever known about love?

I don’t appreciate your invading presence, for I simply desire to exist silently in my room with no worries. But no, you won’t allow it. I now have to spend everyday listening to Futile Devices, reminiscing on a love I have never once experienced in my entire life.

Thank you for being a redirecting piece of media, but never again will I willingly sit down and watch you, especially with a smile on my face.

Goodbye.

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Maybe I am an attention seeker…

I understand everyone likes attention sometimes, a natural humane reaction, sure. But I feel that when I do good things, I look for validation for it. I have the urge to reach out to people I am friends with, or more specifically family members, letting them know of my kind actions.

There have been numerous times where I do a good thing, genuinely, and I turn to tell someone I did it, expecting a pat on the back and maybe a “good job.”

Now don’t mistake my kindness for pure validation, because I do certain things just to be nice, but I enjoy being praised for it.

So yes, maybe I am an attention seeker, a flaw within my personality.

I should strive to fix this issue, not accept it.

Accepting your flaws is the first step, finding a solution is the conclusion.

Because I want to be a silent good person, not a loud one.

I don’t need the validation, though I may enjoy it.

So maybe instead of telling, I should just do it, and maybe, just maybe, people will see and praise me. But at the end of the day, that isn’t why one should do good things. It should be a genuine action that comes from the heart. And I need to focus on that more than anything, because though praise is great, so is being a good person.

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It’s a shame that at one point in my life, the flow of my imagination was like a continuous stream, one that never dared to dry up, one that was always moist.

But as I grow old and develop through this life time, as I walk through the worlds harshest jungles and the world’s driest deserts, I feel like in some way my imagination has also changed, but not in the way I’d favor.

That’s not to say that I no longer dream, or write, or even imagine. But more so that it’s a bit harder for me to do so. Write, I mean. Dreaming is as easy as ever…writing is where my heart and hand struggle. To sit and write, a simple task taken from the mantle, yet a challenging obstacle when looked at from the core of the earth.

I hope that one day my beautiful mind can return to what it once was, that it can take the form of what it used to be. I desire to be able to sit and write about my worries, my desires, my past, and even my future. I hope that one day I can cry to my writing, I can feel it in my bones, and be as proud of it as I know can be. I hope that one day I can be me again.

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I’m reblogging this for later 😏😝

oops! it seems i tripped and dropped several million free books, papers, and other resources

https://annas-archive.org

https://sci-hub.se

https://z-lib.is

https://libgen.is

https://libgen.rs

https://www.pdfdrive.com

https://library.memoryoftheworld.org

https://monoskop.org/Monoskop

https://libcom.org

https://libretexts.org

http://classics.mit.edu

https://librivox.org

https://standardebooks.org

https://www.gutenberg.org

https://core.ac.uk

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Yall don’t get me.

When I finish a movie I love, I PHYSICALLY cannot move on. Like….. if it impacted me emotionally I stay on that sh*t for a good minute.

Like I watched ‘Perks of Being a Wallflower,’ and guys, guess what happened….. I was stuck on it for a while. Like it broke me, then built me back up, and then came at me and fully swung at me with a baseball bat. WTF 😭😭😭😭 like hold me back, cause imma start throwing hands back.

Another thing that broke me is ‘Call Me By Your Name,’ like bro… who tf gave André Aciman the right to create something so heartbreaking and soul taking. Like that had me balling for a good hour. 😞 Dude I watched it twice in the same day (don’t do what I did), and it broke me more the second time. That was like doing a double take and you don’t realize what you’re seeing until you look again.

Like beautiful movies mess me up, and when I say beautiful that doesn’t mean it can’t be f*cked up. When I use that word I’m not only discussing the story/plot but also talking about the elements and everything that goes into it, as well as the feeling it gives me.

Idk if it’s normal to feel so emotionally and mentally impacted by beautiful things like movies, tv shows, books, etc. but I genuinely love them and cannot imagine life without amazing pieces of ART like for example, film.

Now, goodbye, that’s all I had to yap about.

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Yall as a Bkdk shipper, I never thought they were gon be endgame, so I’m not shocked. Likeeeee let’s be honest guys, izuocha was established from the start. 😬😬😬

Here’s a cute cat to soothe yall from reality:

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I joined tumblr for the fics ngl 🤫

Don’t tell no one.