ip address code Love Me Like No One Else
Love Me Like No One Else
In the end I want it to be you.
purplezebrasandunicorns:


They call us now. Before they drop the bombs. The phone rings and someone who knows my first name calls and says in perfect Arabic “This is David.” And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies still smashing around in my head I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?” They call us now to say Run. You have 58 seconds from the end of this message. Your house is next. They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy. It doesn’t matter that there is nowhere to run to. It means nothing that the borders are closed and your papers are worthless and mark you only for a life sentence in this prison by the sea and the alleyways are narrow and there are more human lives packed one against the other more than any other place on earth Just run. We aren’t trying to kill you. It doesn’t matter that you can’t call us back to tell us the people we claim to want aren’t in your house that there’s no one here except you and your children who were cheering for Argentina sharing the last loaf of bread for this week counting candles left in case the power goes out. It doesn’t matter that you have children. You live in the wrong place and now is your chance to run to nowhere. It doesn’t matter that 58 seconds isn’t long enough to find your wedding album or your son’s favorite blanket or your daughter’s almost completed college application or your shoes or to gather everyone in the house. It doesn’t matter what you had planned. It doesn’t matter who you are Prove you’re human. Prove you stand on two legs. Run. Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

My best friend’s grandmother has fifteen seconds. Israel is not all bad, and the Hamas barely has anything good in it.  This is war, and war is a very ugly thing. People on both sides are mourning, but blaming others has never helped anyone. 
Hamas doesn’t even call to warn the citizens of Israel when they bomb their homes. Gaza isn’t the only one hurting. Israel is hurting just as bad. Israeli civilians are in the same danger as the civilians in Gaza. War is war. It’s ugly, it’s awful, but both sides are hurting just the same- not just Gaza, not just Israel.

purplezebrasandunicorns:

They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
They call us now to say
Run.
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
Just run.
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
to nowhere.
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
Run.

Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

My best friend’s grandmother has fifteen seconds. Israel is not all bad, and the Hamas barely has anything good in it.  This is war, and war is a very ugly thing. People on both sides are mourning, but blaming others has never helped anyone. 

Hamas doesn’t even call to warn the citizens of Israel when they bomb their homes. Gaza isn’t the only one hurting. Israel is hurting just as bad. Israeli civilians are in the same danger as the civilians in Gaza. War is war. It’s ugly, it’s awful, but both sides are hurting just the same- not just Gaza, not just Israel.

Tear-stained pillows and blood-stained sheets. I should have known you were never really mine.

triple-six-kicks:

"I don’t love him but he’s here and you aren’t"

triple-six-kicks:

"I don’t love him but he’s here and you aren’t"

neoliberalismkills:

"no one can love you until you love yourself"

that is complete bullshit

don’t let anyone tell you that you don’t deserve love from other people because you struggle with loving yourself

and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love
Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love