at this point in time, the epitome of moral bankruptcy is engaging in whataboutism
especially when one side has food cut off by the occupier who also bombed the main bakeries
when one side has fuel cut off by the occupier who also bombed the power plants
when one side has had all humanitarian aid preempted by the occupier who also bombed over 15 hospitals
when one side is ordered to evacuate by the occupier who is also placing the whole population under a 16 year siege
stop inserting futile and absurd ~"counter arguments"~ and read the fucking room!!
me completely by myself in my room: alright everybody just calm down
Tumblr is my twitter because I don't have to close my eyes every 2 seconds because someone ståbbing another person might show up
Can u guys start putting insanely good books and photoshopping my name on it (hana malik) so together we can create awareness about me as an author (haven't even written my first book)
Help a girl out I'll give u a cookie
And pls gimme more ideas
The pain is like a sedative/ that kills me; makes me cry—and puts me to sleep/
-excerpt from my book💋💕
I pretend to be ever so reserved and cold. But god; how he only told me it was okay to be human- and now I've allowed his lips to find themselves on my wounds. Goodness; how I find myself to be so easily melted.
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Another fun thing I do with customers - specifically parents of very small children who don’t know they’re alive yet - is directly imply I think the coffee is for the baby, not the parent. and lemme tell you, like 70% of parents eat that shit up. They immediately go along with the bit and start discussing it with their newborn child, while the baby just stares at us like 😮
what if i put a gentle yet firm hand on your chin to hold you still while i put lipstick on your lips. and you were kneeling and i was standing and looking down at you and making eye contact. what then
This so mean why my trauma isn't cool af ugh
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hello there ✨