Thinking About Writers And Wondering If Oscar Wilde Wrote The Picture Of Dorian Gray And Saw Himself

there will never be enough henriel/hydeseek fluff for me. I am greedy and gluttonous and cannot be satiated.

thinking about louis' assertion that "for claudia, all humans died with charlie" motherfucker???? you think they were ever alive to her??? honey the switch after charlie's death wasn't in her outlook on humans, it was in her outlook on YOU. his death doesn't make her more cruel to humans, it shows her that there is no fucking escape from HER OWN HOME. what claudia truly learns that night is that her body is a prison that won't let her find anyone who understands and sees her for who she is, one of her parents is unwilling to sympathize with her, the other is unwilling to help her, and they are ALL SHE HAS. THOSE TWO ARE ALL SHE HAS. SHE CAN'T FIND ANYONE ELSE. NO ONE ELSE WILL EVER UNDERSTAND HER. her world is a cage her home is a cage and her body is a cage and her jailers are both selfish, self-centered and blind.

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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉

I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨

Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀

At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨

In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿

"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏

Just got my ass handed to me watching yet another gay husbands not get a happy ending 👍

when did "bullying" come to mean "facing social consequences for behaving in an objectively harmful way"? when I was little it meant kids put me in the trash can at school

“why don’t you talk to me about how you feel?”

and i have tried. and i tried again. and i tried again. and i have tried since i was capable of communicating my emotions. and you didn’t listen. every-time you didn’t listen. every-time you didn’t understand and you didn’t bother to try to understand.

so i stopped trying to force a relationship where we can communicate and be comfortable communicating because you didn’t play your part.

then when im feeling like i want to end it, and you ask me to talk about my feelings - it infuriates me.

sorry guys just rambling about parents :p

Boyfriends, don't try to change my mind about them

*me at the club* so does anyone wanna discuss queer undertones in classic literature?