i remember way too many small details about people so i have to act dumb sometimes so i don’t freak them out
I feel so proud when friends tell me their parents like me. Like damn right they do, I am a delight.
Life in Gaza
no words. heart so heavy and achey. ya rab
I’m sick to my stomach. This is slaughter. And during Ramadan at that.
if i dont makeout with someone this summer im gonna be so mad
the worst thing about tumblr is that you read all those pro feminist/anti rape/anti misogyny posts all the time everyday and then you actually go outside and talk to a random guy and it feels like being punched in the face with a chair