fuckingrapeculture:

[Palestinian holds up a poster:YOUTake my waterBurn my olive treesDestroy my houseTake my jobSteal my landImprison my fatherKill my motherBomb my countryStarve us allHumiliate us allBUTI am to blame: I shot a rocket back]
politicaldove:

The photo speaks louder than any caption ever could.
fuckingrapeculture:

[Palestinian holds up a poster:YOUTake my waterBurn my olive treesDestroy my houseTake my jobSteal my landImprison my fatherKill my motherBomb my countryStarve us allHumiliate us allBUTI am to blame: I shot a rocket back]
politicaldove:

The photo speaks louder than any caption ever could.
eastcoastsummers:

they look like the lost boys from peter pan
"But sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes we are sad but we don’t really know we are sad. So we say we aren’t sad. But really we are."
Mark Haddon  (via fabulousbitch69)
"I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore."
Marguerite Duras, from Hiroshima, Mon Amour (via safeslut)

hybridthry:

wearing all black today to mourn the death of my motivation

broadway-aradia:

i really want to carry a torch in a cave just like one time

clubaii:

clubaii
venezya:

(via TumbleOn)
"what if your plants want to kill themselves but you keep on watering them?"
a part of yesterday’s dream on my dream diary (that freaked me out)