@synarthrosis POV: Your Older Step-sibling Hears Your Parents Fighting In The Other Room And Want To

A secret ninth thing:

Desperately need to wear my glasses at all times, refuses to wear them.

reblog not for a “bigger sample size” but because polls like this are a fun way to help people reinforce their own self-concept and passing it along so that other people can also have the opportunity to strengthen their sense of self by pressing a button is a cool and nice thing to do

Holy shit. The Israeli whistleblower story CNN just broke is insane. I cannot believe what I’m reading

FUCK

You can detox from social media and still use tumblr the same way some people can be sober and still smoke weed you just have to use it therapeutically

gofundme.com

CareForGaza Supporting Displaced Families in Gaza, organized by Sab by

Hello, my name is Sabrine, i am 25 years old, living in Germany and i am rais… Sab by needs your support for CareForGaza Supporting Displace

Care For Gaza has been providing food, water, diapers, baby formula, etc., to displaced families. Donate to them if you can

oh fuck *falls back into old habits* *screen fades to black* *level loading* TIP: your belief that you are incapable of changing for the better will become a self fulfilling prophecy if left unchallenged

Richard Siken, From Crush; “Wishbone”

"Dear germans, stop making Palestinians pay for your parents crimes"

Seen in Berlin-Kreuzberg

Her name was Saly, she was five years old. She was like any child, she probably liked to play with her toys, she was probably learning to read, she probably like to spend time with her family and friends.

Maybe she would have been a doctor, or a farmer, or a engineer. Maybe she would have advanced the field of physics or medicine, written a best seller novel or stared in a major movie production; Or she might have had a quieter life, the world might have never known her name, but her friends and family would have and that might have been enough.

But no one will ever know now because Israel took those lives away from her, the tens of thousands of possibles that lay before each child burning like candle lights in cool summer night sniffed out in an instant. A last story shared by thousands of Palestinian children in Gaza.