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Every accusation is a confession.
People fail to understand the degree of insane bloodthirst and dehumanization taught to 'israelis' like the one in front of this image. She genuinely sees the woman in the back as vermin and finds fun in tormenting her. This is a core tenet of their culture. They will humiliate Palestinians in whichever way they can on any given day ranging from petty to lethal. Their textbooks have caricatures. They draw unibrows on themselves and dream about Disneyland in Gaza on TikTok. They make fun of dead babies by comparing them to food.
This photo is 'israel'. There is no peaceful conversation with people whose heart's desire is to do this. There is no peace or dignity while the occupation lasts.
If you're darker than a certain shade you can't have justified rage because you were hurt, all your rage is 'savage' and 'primal'. You're only allowed to cry and die, never strike back
I forgot Haaretz posted this actually
You can read the archived version here:
https://archive.is/gwBkA
Warning: the article is exactly as bad as its title suggests.
getting up at 6:00 am made me realize that 6:00 am isnt a place it is an emotion
6:00 am isn’t a place at all
thats because it is an emotion
one day i hope to believe in myself as much as harry potter believes draco malfoy is responsible for literally everything that goes wrong ever
fanfiction is so wild cause im like…..ugh im not in the mood to read a book…..i’ll just read an 82k word fic instead……
Look…. To start a book… You have to make room in yourself for new characters and worlds. Do I look like I have the emotional energy for that? Do I look like I can trust like that right now? Just show me the things I already know pay good returns on my investment, except I also want to read something new so I guess they can be in a coffee shop this time.
This - this is it, you’ve put it into words
NO--
"Hey it's Pandora, Welcome to my new unboxing video"
magical girl shows really did snap when they assigned personality traits based off the members colors
pink - commander and the leader. probably really nice and sweet
blue - probably very close to pink, is either 100 iq smarty pants but shy or very tough and cool
yellow/orange - very happy and positive. can vary from being newbie of the group to be older and mature, probably known as the beautiful one
purple - mysterious, usually starts off as a rival or joins the group later, but is definitely known to the members as another MG. Probably has a softer side they don’t show
Don’t forget green - more mature and very reliable
Red - Mad
okay but this implies the existence of a lost pink teletubby. a fallen leader too painful to talk about anymore
tubby custard.
where….where are the notes……
in the tubby custard with the pink teletubby
This post didn’t have to throw me for so many loops yet here we are.
reading a boys horoscope to understand wtf hes doing to you
isn’t there a goddess out here willing to turn me into medusa so men can’t look at me without immediately suffering the consequences
Stop being lazy and relying on gods. Quick dry cement exists. Be your own Medusa
“If you don’t have any goddess-bestowed cement powers, store bought is fine”
Doctor Sivana: *threatens Billy*
School bullies: *bullying Freddy*
Darla:
me: *breaks down crying in the privacy of my own home*
my brain: you’re faking your emotions for attention. you’re just doing this because you think it makes for a cool personal narrative