Happy-little-doorbell - El

we all must do our part to delay the eye’s power. once a day, every day, remember to loudly think “you are now in manual control of your breathing” to fuck up your local eye avatar’s day

my ADHD ass could never use a leitner properly even if my life depended on it. “read this specific passage to change the—” ok my eyes have already skipped to the bottom of the page. “one or two words is enough to—” and I zoned out and skimmed 2 pages so I’ll see ya later in the hell dimension

some of you need to take a ten week intensive course in how adult men interact with each other before you’re allowed to enter fandom

sorry, we stuck your boyfriend into a perpetual, never-ending time loop that is always doomed to result in tragedy. sorry, we stuck your boyfriend into a perpetual, never-ending time loop that is always doomed to result in tragedy. sorry, we stuck your boyfriend into a perpetual, never-ending time loop that is always doomed to result in tragedy. sorry,

been seeing an uptick in opinions about oh ana by mother mother lately… just a reminder that miss jane prentiss grabbed that song by the throat and made it her bitch

had a dream last night that there was a lego figure of the distortion and it disturbed me immensely but I spent the entire dream haggling with the owner to buy it. like “oh it shouldn’t exist like that. it doesn’t like existing like that. oh, that’s fucked up. 🚨WIFE ALERT🚨”

Yes hello! Spiral headcanon: The more chaotic your outfit, the easier it is to navigate. Wearing a vest that embodies the hideous delight of a 1990's arcade carpet? There are signs with directions and the doors are labeled!

can everyone leave for a moment. I think a few minutes alone with this person’s brain would fix me

Archivist go brrr

refaat alareer - "let it be a tale"

A Palestinian poet who was martyred by an Israeli air strike on 7th of December.

Translation by (@tameeolivefern)

Poem in English and Arabic:

إذا كان لا بد أن أموت

فعليك أن تحيا

لتقص قصتي

لتبيع أشيائي

لتشتري قطعة قماش

و بضعة خيوط

(لتكون بيضاء بذيل طويل)

حتى طفل في مكان ما في غزة

يحدق بالسماء

ينتظر اباه الذي غادر على عجل

بلا أن يودع أحدًا

حتى جسده

حتى نفسه -

يرى الطائرة الورقية طائرتي التي صنعتها

تحلق عاليا

و يظن لوهلة أن ملاكًا عاليا

يُعيد الحب

إذا كان لا بد أن أموت

لتجعلها تحضر الأمل

لتجعلها قصة

If I must die,

you must live to tell my story

to sell my things

to buy a piece of cloth

and some strings,

(make it white with a long tail)

so that a child, somewhere in Gaza

while looking heaven in the eye

awaiting his dad who left in a blaze-

and bid no one farewell

not even to his flesh

not even to himself-

sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up

above

and thinks for a moment an angel is there

bringing back love

If I must die

let it bring hope

let it be a tale

"i hope ___ doesn't exist in this universe" i hope they exist and they're Just Normal. i hope elias is high somewhere rn. amen