I know you probably had a lot of reasons for the things you did or didn’t do. I get that.
What I don’t get is what I ever did to deserve this?
Because when you really think about it, you haven’t been my friend for months now…
You gave me nothing, you were never there.
And I needed you. I needed a friend. But somehow that’s not a concern of you anymore. Not even when I was at my lowest, you always choose yourself. And I always got left behind.
After all the times I choose you over myself, helped you get through another day, made sure you survived… really? Thís is what I get?
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Actually just realised sjm made Nesta immortal so she'll never really hit her 30s and 40s when I just know she'd be the sexiest person alive in the history of ever
Ffffuuuuuucccckkkkkk
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Awh the old sinking feeling in my heart came back cool coool cool so you’re saying I can’t handle that like I thought? I thought I got better at? That little bit did it? Got it
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“I hope you’re both happy.”
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Never Enough
I write these words
Hoping my own tears will save me
From drowning
How can you expect me
To not feel worthless
When every time I try holding you
You flinch
I never even hit you
So why do you treat me worse
Than your random encounters
How do you expect me
To wake you up for work
And not have my heart shatter?
Because we both know
This won’t last forever
And I’ll be the one who lost
In the end
You ask me to have hope
I always have
But hope in what?
You already told me
That I would never be given
A second chance
So I’m sorry I can’t always be happy
I’m sorry I can’t always solve your problems
And I’m sorry I was never enough
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I made a little zine!
You can download and print it yourself for free here
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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