Oh And Btw, That Is His Bed, So Every Single Morning For The Rest Of The School Year He Woke Up In The

oh and btw, that is his bed, so every single morning for the rest of the school year he woke up in the same spot, surrounded by the same memories of neil, but without him around! ❤️

ok hear me out i try REALLY hard to be happy, but todd was sitting in the exact same place when neil told him he would take care of him and when he was told neil was dead

son las tres de la mañana 💃💃💃 y estoy en tu ventana 💃💃💃 buscandote amor 💃💃💃 escucha por favor 💃💃💃

It‘s scary to see how very important european petitions get no visibility whatsoever. We had a basic income petition last year which failed because not enough people knew about it. Now we have a „tax the rich“ one that only lasts until october this year and only has around 250k out of 1 mio. signings.

Most EU people go through their every day life w/o knowing about them. There are no ads, no marketing…nothing. I know that costs money though one might think important petitions that lead to a better and progressive life would be supported by the government or ministries in some way, but nooooo

And why should they? It’s petitions that would help out the poor and middle class, but endanger capitalism and their exploitation, sooo: government and business leads for example.

So here the link for those who are interested:

Tax The Rich

Tax The Rich

Nous voulons un impôt européen sur les grandes fortunes pour financer la transition climatique et sociale et aider les pays victimes des d

The haiku bot out here serving me my daily dose of enrichment

first light being in the same album as i carrion (icarian) where he compares his lover to the sun and shows how he's willing to die and fall like icarus if it's for them, and first light as he said is about "having a new relationship with light" and showing that there is a diferent type of light out there and you can be light and the world can be light and you can be able to love and not fall for it, you can love alive and there is more ways of living than loving and after it you will never be the same but you are still alive, in this essay i will-

me, every single summer since i was 6 years old

“Are you done with all your summer work?” my mother asks.

“Of course I am,” I lie.