What Does A Free Palestine Look Like?

i fucking love sluts

Does anyone else feel lonesome?

Not lonely. Not alone. Just... lonesome. Like you don't feel connected to anyone. Like you never feel that you will find anyone that understands you, that will see you truly, let alone someone who will even like you. You see friends everywhere, but you don't see yourself in their place, like that is not for you, like you're not made for that and that's not made for you. You see people having fun and laughing and dancing and getting drunk and falling in love and you just... don't feel that for yourself. Like you're not supposed to have that, like you can't because it's not for you and you're not for it.

Like you're supposed to be seeing all these beautiful things in the world but not experience them yourself. Like you want to experience so much, experience everything, but be overwhelmed by it so you don't do any of it.

Like you want to be everywhere and do everything, but you don't belong anywhere and can't do anything. Like you're not supposed to be here. Not in a self-deprecating way but in an incongruous way. You want to live you want to be alive, but you feel you're not supposed to be. Not here at least, not like this. Just a presence in the world, not an active member of it. Even your body doesn't feel like home, your face isn't a face you recognise, like you're not supposed to have either. Like you're just supposed to be.

Like you're supposed to observe, but not experience.

why cant i fall deeply in love?

If Will saw Hannibal dressed like this I’m convinced he would faint

I'm always so alone when I'm with people

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* sparkling girl, sparkling soul

can’t stop thinking about that shot where everyone in the room is kneeling and princess irulan, paul, and chani are the only ones standing. paul’s back to chani signifying his betrayal while princess irulan and chani are eye to eye - both heartbroken over what the man between them has done. my chest hurts that was so beautifully executed

things are finally getting better, there's no problem with being myself

Watching Rivals and I can feel myself coming apart at the seams. This badly behaved man meets the most eldest daughter and listens to her? He changes his behavior when she tells him off?

Rupert notices how much labor Taggie does and is truly in awe of it? This man who uses sex and money to get his way is now reduced to Just staring longly at this girl every one overlooks. Going out of his way to just be in the same area as her? Is this a fantasy created just for me?

I can’t even start with the homegrown, organic yearning

i dont like this life.

nobody loves me, i want to be romantically liked. i hate school, even though school is optative for me, i dont see any other way to continue. i dont want to go out of bed, i havent sleep well in months, i need to rest and i feel so guilty because i am a privileged person in a good country crying about shit like this.