Lovercorpsegirl - Kaizzy ☆

take figures out of their boxes btw. sew patches on your favorite jacket. go to bed with your favorite plushes. wear the pants you usually save for special occasions. draw something cool on your wall. put a sticker on your laptop. dye your hair and pierce your lips. glass is meant to break, metal is meant to rust. items are meant to be used. that's how the world knows that somebody loved them.

So many Palestinians’ lives will just never be the same. Even on the chance that a ceasefire is declared, which even that isn’t forthcoming, it will not undo the trauma of having your home destroyed, of having the cafe you dwelled every day reduced to rubble, of digging among ruins to see your loved ones one last time, of living in makeshift encampments that are bombarded by airstrikes day and night, of experiencing a live genocide while the world does absolutely nothing to stop it. Those people have seen things they can never speak of—and still we have people chalking it up to “exterminating Hamas,” to “Arabs being terrorists,” to “both sides are in the wrong.” The least we owe Palestinians is a free Palestine, but it’s far from the last thing.

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dancing teefies for your blog.<3

Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre”

original print from depop

Maja Jasińska

“Skeleton”

Iceland