There, Now There Is No More Scandinavia :)

There, now there is no more Scandinavia :)

What does the arab in your carrd mean? Is it like afab and amab?

.. i’m palestinian

Nyx Flamel Aesthetic

Masterlist

ghost files is just so compelling because sure it’s about ghosts. sure it’s about trying to find proofs and evidence and explore what’s there. sure it’s about theories and banter. but in the midst of all this there’s another story about standing in the middle of a dark room paralyzed with fear until a friendly face cracks a joke for you. until someone says sure I’ll scream at dust and argue this is all bullshit while you find your courage. I’ll make a silly fool of myself, take goofy selfies of us in haunted mirrors and I’ll hold your hand for something I don’t even believe in. I’ll mock the wind and taunt demons so it’s less scary. I’ll sit there in the dark with you just to make you laugh.

He'll never be gone as long as he is remembered fondly.

As long as they still laugh, cry, and cheer at his memory.

As long as they build farms in their favorite video games and harvest enough food to feed kingdoms, just because they can.

As long as they tell stories about Theseus and Heracles and Protesilaus and Icarus, and hear his voice reading the words.

As long as they keep trying to humble tyrants and uplift the voiceless.

As long as they're kind to friends and strangers alike.

As long as they keep telling his story.

As long as they keep writing it.

Technoblade will never die.

Dear Mother, I’m tired

I really just love how my mother keeps on calling herself fat, while we have the same body type, and I don't know if she hasn't noticed that, or if she's just ignoring it, but I have definitely noticed it from her old photos, and then she gets upset because I don't want her to walk out in the bathroom while I'm getting ready to shower (and therefor naked). And the worst part is that she can't even apologises, her form of an apology is: "I'm sorry, there you happy", like no, I'm not, because that's not an apology, that's you wanting to ignore one very easy to follow boundary that i have set; and i do not care if she gave birth to me or not, because of the way i have had to listen to her talking about her body growing up, i don't want anyone, related to me or not, to see me without clothes, no matter the circumstance. And then she just goes over to my brother (and yes i know he needs a little extra attention because of his diabetes), but she acts like nothing had happened, and plays the victim card, because of course does she has a victim complex. And she even blames me for being in a bad mood (which fair, it is my emotions, but it's her who crossed a boundary and can't even apologies for it), and says that she can't wait until I'm in a better mood, and that she can't wait to hear me talk again when I'm happy, and all that type of bullshit.

I’m tired of how I’m not allowed to set boundaries (not even a simple one, like knock), and I’m tired that I am never allowed to be the victim, it always had to be you.

from your youngest child, I hope that you’re happy with yourself.