always a fan girl at heart

stuckinapril:

I am so fucking scared. I feel that… you know it’s not about death. I’m not so scared of death. I’m so scared of being displaced. I want to go back to my home–and I’m so near, by the way… Gaza is so small. But I can’t go there because the Gaza Strip is cut into pieces, and vehicles and tanks are in the borders between these pieces so I just can’t go anywhere inside my homeland. My place. And… it’s unacceptable. It’s unimaginable. You know I have never imagined before that one day someone would just grab me from my… my homeland. My place. And just throw me away and prevent me to come back.

By the way, we don’t know if we could go back. If we could go back again. Ever. And I’m so scared that they could displace us from Gaza Strip to the desert. [Bisan’s voice breaks, she breaks into tears] We will die in the desert because of hunger. They displaced us to Egypt. To the north of Egypt, to Sanari desert. People just die. We will die.

[Sob] I don’t know why do you guys are watching without doing anything to end this. Just in the… just stop it. Just stop it. Stop it in any price, stop it in any cost. Just stop it for anything. Just stop this. It’s a nightmare. I can’t continue just thinking about the displacement more and more. It’s a nightmare. And I can’t– I can’t keep it alive while thinking of being displaced more and more.

I just wanna go back to my home.

– Bisan in a heartbreaking voice memo on Instagram, 2.14.2024

tmmyhug:

tmmyhug:

after arouind 9pm all music sounds better and all fanfic reads better BUT all thoughts become 97% less reliable. trust me im science

i have been informed this is called being “tired.” but i am rejecting this hypothesis due to i am science

adandysuggestion:

“Can you explain this gap in your employment?” I must confess I dilly-dallied. Did a bit of this and that. Yes, I lived an ungoverned life of leisure throughout my youth. But I’m a changed man, I’m to be married and my prospective mother-in-law insists I have an annual income of £500,000 or more if I’m to wed her daughter. Rummy luck. My paltry stipend from my father is a mere £40,000 a month. I am attempting to make up the difference by seeking gainful employment for the first time in my life. This sunglass shack is the only establishment that graced me with a callback.