right now, a hotel in kyoto, japan is mass rated falsely 1 star reviews by israeli people because the hotel refuses to serve idf soldiers.
this is the message the soldier had recieved:
if anyone is willing to help report the false reviews, it would help this hotel greatly. i think they deserve help with that for being ethical.
reblogs would be appreciated.
this was posted in an israeli group, so no non israelis know about it yet
Does anyone's OCD come with hyperfixations on certain pieces of media? Like you get into something, but then you get so obsessed with it that you have to start, like researching everything about this piece of media and you need to know like more and more and it kind of like consumes your whole soul in a way?
Important to remember
“you can’t heal in the same environment that made you sick”
i didn’t get this until someone put it into words. i’d never understand why i always felt better when i locked myself alone in my room rather than spending time with my toxic family. i never understood why i was bubbly and outgoing when i was with my friends but my energy was immediately drained the second i got home. i didn’t understand why regardless of the effort i put into healing i would keep getting triggered by people in my family. i never understood it until i read that sentence and it all just clicked. i can’t heal in an environment where the people are benefiting from my suffering. where the people don’t want to change the behaviour which affects me negatively.
#Love this
Violet Ledger growing up with an emotionally abusive mother and a father who did little to stop her (I know Lord Ledger loved Violet a lot, but he was not doing enough and I will stand by that). Violet Bridgerton marrying a man who loves her fervently and unquestionably, and creating a safe, loving home for all their children. Violet Bridgerton knowing her daughter’s best friend is not treated well at home and treating her like another child. Violet Bridgerton watching her son marry Penelope Featherington and give her the loving home she was deprived of but always deserved.
Isn’t it funny how history repeats?
Hello, this video was filmed by my wife at the beginning of the second day of the war. My wife and four children were alone. At home, two days later, the house was bombed. But my wife and children were heading to the city of Rafah to escape from the north. This is how my children live in Gaza. Please stand by me.
[miku voice] wtf is a kilometer ?! 🦅🦅🦅
Hopping on the international Miku trend w my Aaliyah-inspired Black Miku
#dermatillomania #skin picking
I need more dermatillomania rep. I need characters with blemished skin from skin picking. Give me a character with red spots and scars from picking spots that they couldn't leave alone. give me a character who keeps bandages and ointments and fidget toys and other helpful things in their bag for when they feel like picking. Give me a character who constantly has scabs because they can't leave their skin alone. Let them have scabs and scars on their face, neck, and other noticeable places. Give me a character who is open about their skin picking disorder. Give me a character who is open about needing help like therapy or medicine or something else for their skin picking. Give me characters who have dermatillomania and its not seen as a horrible icky thing.
Peace be upon the daughter who helped her parents grow up. Accepted their cold shoulder, excused their anger, pardoned their mistakes, taught them how to be human. Peace be upon the sister who paid the price of rebellion. Screaming to her fullest, shaking like a leaf but standing tall, never letting the dictatorship go without a fight, paving the path for her siblings to breathe easier. Peace be upon the first child of an immigrant father. Aching to find their own purpose in life, firm in their own beliefs, contradicting generations and generations of cultural values. Peace be upon the girl who shouldered her mother's trauma. Swindled it into her own, morphed herself into an image of the womb she once resided in, immersed herself into troubles that weren't even hers, covered up scars that she couldn't even recognize. Peace be upon the woman who forgot who she was. So determined to be the savior of everyone, to fix her family, to nurture and love everyone around her. So deeply lost that she forgot she's just as worthy of love. Peace be upon you.
One of the greatest things about the writing community is how I’m not alone in writing a wip I keep telling myself I’ll start.