Yeah No I Am Appalled At How Little People Talk About Tales Of The Neon Sea Like!!! It’s Got Everything

the fact that Israel can precisely target ONE apartment in an entire residential block in BEIRUT to kill two hamas leaders, proves once again that they CHOSE to carpet-bomb Gaza and murder 31.000 Palestinians to "defend themselves" against Hamas. Israel CHOSE to kill civilians, they CHOSE to bomb every hospital, every school, every refugee camp, every residential block. israel does NOTHING to spare the lives of palestinians, they want to thin out the population of gaza so they'd be able to settle their citizens there.

this is a genocide it's an ethnical cleansing PLEASE WAKE UP don't stop talking about Palestine it is not a trend, people are still dying, Israel has no plan to stop if WE don't force it to, through public pressure and protesting and boycotting. it's the least we can do.

if it ain’t like this i don’t want it (probably why i’m still single)

“A healthy relationship is where two independent people just make a deal that they will help the other person be the best version of themselves.”

— Unknown

"have you learned how to drive yet" i have the spirit of friendship in my heart. the joy of lifes little things in my soul. the whimsy of magic. the beautiful enjoyment of nature. the answer is no though

I always remind myself if I wasn’t me I would want the things I have now.

i really looked up to the person i was 3 years ago, and spent the better half of a year moping and mourning the loss of that person because i’d “changed for the worse”.

recently found a diary from the same period i was romanticising and lo and behold! i was depressed asf back then too, and hated life, but i just thugged things out instead of feeling sorry for myself (and had an actual support system in place. so the only difference since then isn’t even my fault).

moral of the story is stop being so damn hard on yourself

in case anybody didn’t know why representation in media is so important

“She had felt that way during her own childhood; she’d felt like a watchful, wary adult housed in a little girl’s body. And yet nowadays, paradoxically, it often seemed to her that from behind her adult face a child about eleven years old was still gazing out at the world.”

— Anne Tyler, Clock Dance