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Do you remember Doaa who posted this photo of her daughter’s makeshift birthday 24 hours before she was murdered by Israel? Apparently Israeli bulldozers have scraped over the graveyard where she lays with her other daughter.

This is absolutely monstrous. Unsafe even in death. pic.twitter.com/b5vaQVVukO

— Heba Gowayed هبة جويد (@hebagowayed) January 6, 2024

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“My story has so much gay rep in it!” Awesome. How are you treating your female characters btw

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& for the love of the almighty lord: do NOT make your female characters go in between your gay romance. yes there are homophobic women irl; i am aware

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I can sleep in a bed full of clothes, but I can't sleep in a house full of hatred. If someone loves you, they will not go the length to make you feel unloved, unworthy, uncared, unforgiving I can't sleep in the soft mattress, for it retches in the smell of anger: a Father's anger: a Mother's ravage: I can sleep in a bed with no mattress, just wood.

Even trees hold more peace when they're dead, than you have held in the time of your wake.

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writing poetry prose creative writing my writing i wrote something it doesn't make sense but it makes sense creations mother daughter father daughter pax writes 🕯 me everyone in my fit of rage my mother blamed me for not being able to fold my clothes it's on my bed before i slept i hung them in my closet & she kept complaining about the things i did wrong about the things i will do wrong about not closing the door once again (i learnt my lesson / can't you see ?) about not singing loud enough (the stage is last minute / don't blame me .)

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2 years ago

Then Chessa spoke, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Her rosy cheeks grew even rosier as she grinned.

Nyla's fingers curled around her paint brush, dipping her chin down. She looks at Chessa from the rim of her glasses. “No, I’ll paint you instead, it’ll last for centuries.” She spoke softly, grinning back.

Reblog with a random sentence from your wip.

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pax writes 🕯 typingfool's (orig.) wip

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9 months ago

When I separated myself from my brother, I left my kindness for bitterness. And my gratitude was traded for ambition.

When I split myself in the womb, my brother inherited my sanity. And I, his sarcasm.

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1 year ago

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1 year ago

PSY / PAX ! ☄. * minor, any pronouns.

note: I AM RESTARTING THIS BLOG! I will only reblog other's works and graphics. But my writing will remain here, for the meanwhile, unless I decide that I want it down. I have cross-posted my works on wattpad, and I have written on ao3, with the same username.

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pax speaks—!

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