I like being an adult but tbh my one gripe is the Dishes. oh, the dishes. I am always doing dishes. when this world ends and our sun is nothing but a shriveled, dead star, when the mountains crumble to dust and the oceans dry, there I will stand. doing the dishes.
It’s not “war” it’s GENOCIDE.
It’s not “war” it’s GENOCIDE.
It’s not “war” it’s GENOCIDE.
It’s not “war” it’s GENOCIDE.
It’s not “war” it’s GENOCIDE.
It’s not “war” it’s GENOCIDE.
Start calling it for what it is.
“i don’t think this is the proper place for this” what is the correct place to confront someone who facilitated the murder of 68 of your family members?
I know you’re tired. Burned out. Overwhelmed by the nonstop stream of highly charged information. But if you can, please take some time to learn about the hopes and dreams of a fraction of those killed. They are not just a statistic.
*No traumatic images, one bloody press vest.