so ummm welcome to my jar:) lemme show you around! theres some holes poked in the top so i can breathe, theres some leaves to munch on, and ive even got a twig! #mytwig
keeping a list of things i see when i go out on runs so that i keep doing them
- sea lion
- rainbow
last night i dreamt that phil opened a patreon account and the only thing that he posted there were the same videos that were on the gaming channel, but with his shirt unbuttoned just a little bit
and he made so much money he bought tumblr (he renamed it to phumblr, but clarified that ph stands for phil and not phan)
good, it’s what he deserves :)
400+ people were killed in gaza last night.
my friend tarek has been doing some amazing community organizing in palestine — he’s been teaching classes for children with my other friend farah AND distributing water and providing iftar meals during ramadan throughout rafah! his brother just had a major orthopedic surgery he had to wait about a year for and since food and water is incredibly scarce he can’t properly recover. please donate to their efforts!!!
quick reminder: tarek isn’t just a word on your screen, he is my friend.
he’s 21, the same age as me. before the war he was studying to be a translator and he dreamt of voice acting, just like so many of you reading this. (he’s pretty good too actually.) he would probably not call himself a poet but every few days he posts something so beautifully worded that he might as well be a poet laureate. he recently wrote: “gaza is sick of being praised by anyone. gaza is tired that its image is on satellite tv. gaza is sick of its name in the sad poems. gaza is tired of the repeated endings.” the message is clear — sentiments are not enough, his people need HELP.
every day i tell him im doing everything i can. and it’s true, i am, but its barely anything, as i’m disabled and bedridden. i’ve kept that fact from him out of shame because i see what he has to endure each day, but i feel SO POWERLESS. every time an announcement breaks that more bombs have dropped in the night or more innocent people were gunned down in broad daylight, my heart sinks with terror and i wonder if i’ve lost my friend. it really would mean so much — not just to him, to me — if you could donate anything you can spare to tarek and his family. he deserves the whole world and more.
yesterday tarek almost got on a water distribution truck that was targeted with bombs. the day before his neighbors had their house bombed (during Eid) and that whole family died. please help my friend
Crazyyyyyy work on Boris’s part to be like hey we have to talk. NOT about our hookups which I know is what you think I want to talk about. But while we’re here (on the subject). You are the only man I’ve ever slept with. And it was funny how I was like oh nice free hookups. Cause I didn’t know any girls. And you were like oh fuckkkkkk boris is in love with me. Not true! But it’s funny that you thought that. Anyway I have a piece of advice for you about women: the ideal woman is one you’re not super attached to who will let you live your own life and gives you space. Congrats on the engagement!
[speaking to my most closeted friend] Hey remember all the meaningless sex we had? Well it was meaningless to me and you were in love with me. Ha! Good times. You’re doing a great job at getting lavender married btw