Sometimes I Believe It

It wasn't the fact that everyone else's parents were proud of them, except for mine

It wasn't the fact that my parents never seemed to have time for me, so I settle for watching other kids with theirs

It wasn't the fact that I thought that a loving family was just a tv trope until I was invited over to other people's houses

It wasn't the fact that while other people's parents praised them, mine belittled me

It wasn't the fact that I had to rely on teachers and other parents' praise just to feel like I had someone in my life who liked me

It wasn't the fact that everyone else had goals for the future but I didn't see myself living to adulthood

No

It was the fact that my eyes were slits and my skin was jaundice compared to everyone else

It was the fact that people treated me like a zoo animal for their entertainment

It was the fact that everything I ate was poison compared to theirs

It was the fact that I had nobody else to relate to

It was the fact that I was the only one who didn't experience it

It was the fact that I was the only one who did experience it

It was the fact that my identity was nothing more than a punchline to them, just a joke

It was the fact that I had to pretend everything was fine and laugh

The only thing I can do is laugh, otherwise I'll just cry

That's what broke me

That's why I'm broken

What a Gazan Should Do During an Israeli Air Strike by Mosab Abu Toha

When you say you're anti-CAM what does that mean? Like what does CAM mean in that context? I genuinely haven't seen that acronym before and I'm assuming you aren't anti-camming as in like the form of sex work

Complimentary and Alternative Medicine.

I am capable of turning off my inner annoying atheist, I am incapable of turning off my inner annoying quackwatcher.

I have had real life fights with people I genuinely love about this and I do not regret it. I will absolutely not regret shitting all over someone's $500 herbalist certification.

Don’t smoke kiddos that shit fucks up ur lungs

i can't help seeing the concept of "coming back wrong" as reflective of the aftermath of attempted (and unsuccessful) suicide. whether you gratefully accepted death at the end, or you struggled in terror in your final moments and wished you could somehow twist out of the way of your oncoming fate, the choice to die was taken from you. you failed to achieve the inevitable. how wrong must you be, to be unable to even die properly? how horrifying - and how utterly infuriating - would it be, to have everyone around you expressing gratitude or disgust at your resurrection, while you cannot even begin to articulate the depths of your own conviction that death, the inexorable maw itself, must have decided there was something just not right about you, and spat you out?

i promise i wouldn't blame you

Expect Israel's bot army to be extra active in the coming days and weeks, and not just on Tiktok

By making pro Palestine posts, you're making a difference

I don’t know when yesterday was and I don’t know when tomorrow is