It Is, Truly, A Struggle

today is the only day you can reblog this

Don’t fucking look away from Rafah, don’t look away, if you are willfully looking away then you should be ashamed of yourself.

Fuck the Met Gala, it means nothing but a distraction for those of you who are willingly looking away.

The Palestinians need our attention, they need our support, they need us to witness and remember and help when it is asked for and when we can.

All Eyes on Rafah, All Eyes on Palestine!

Imagine waking up after a 3-year coma, in an unfamiliar place full of unfamiliar people, your body has completely changed, your voice changed, and all you can remember is the vivid memory of your family and the devastating events that occurred. He might’ve evolved physically, he is a teenager now, but the voice in his head is still the one of a child, Touya didn’t grow up mentally yet. The first thing Touya thought about was his family, how he felt like he wronged them and the terrible things he said, he wanted to apologise to them, he wanted to see dad again, he wanted to show him everything because his dad never made it to Sekoto peak. He was confused, scared, worried and these creepy strangers telling him that he can’t leave, that this is his new family, and he doesn’t know for what intentions he was brought here. Touya thinking of excuses as to why his dad hasn’t come to visit him, there must be a reason, and he tries to be understanding, because he cannot yet accept the harsh truth.

Rip my heart apart now will you? 🫠

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

reblog if your blog is a safe space for ghouls and goblins

the age-old question: "is my beloved mutual in a totally different time zone to me or do they just have a terrible sleep schedule"

to you, it’s a shitty sentence. to some random bitch 500 miles away, it’s a fire line that’ll haunt them for the next 17 years.

you don’t know how impactful your writing is because it’s been in your brain for far too long now. you’ve stared at it for hours and repeated “this sucks” over and over again to the point that you killed your capacity to feel anything about your work.

but trust me, once you get your shit out there, someone’s gonna go over that paragraph you hate and go “jesus fucking christ” and put the book down to have an existential crisis.

was told to straighten my posture and align my heels. i now stand corrected

Spring Trap Willy/English Willy

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Fanart happened apparently

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