How It Feels To Watch The Last Of Us Without Some Fuckass Complaining About Tiny Changes

“𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴.”

-𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘩

my friends have their own friends and i have my books…seems like a fair trade to me

ALMOST

i keep repeating,

i almost cried.

shit i almost cried.

but that’s the luxury of healing.

shit’s really like the moon,

not linear, strong as fuck and will whip your ass if you need it.

she’s beautiful but the tough love is strong.

like how people love water when it can kill us so easily,

healing is subjective.

the beauty it carries is stressfully intense and comforting.

when you heal,

you feel glorious,

powerful,

un-fucking-matched.

ohh but when you go through it,

you feel like the ground when a tsunami hits.

so when i say, i ALMOST cried…

that is me acknowledging that I ME AND ONLY ME did that shit.

i healed myself multiple times,

through all the emotionally unavailable,

through the family trauma,

through the terrorism by fucking kids.

I did that, ME.

and almost will always be my power card

and YOU will not make me hate my almost be unappreciated.

my yesterday in 4 photos

me when uhh...me when...

i'm seeing people losing hope for palestine i'm begging you seriously please don't. the death toll is high but there are still people alive, there are still journalists risking everything to make sure the world sees what is happening. please continue protesting if you have the option to, keep demanding for a ceasefire and keep talking about palestinians both alive and dead. you have to keep going until the very end or else you really did fail them.