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[Nostos @NostosLit]

― Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

[sarah @sarahradz_]

You don't need grad school or Europe or yoga or microdosing, you need this

[MtH @emmnyaa]

this is one of the best informative graphics ive ever seen btw

[Soham @king26_sk]

your 20s are all about repeatedly rediscovering basic facts like "I feel better when I wash my face" or "eating breakfast is actually a great idea"

[Zaza 🫀 @hashzazaa]

being in your 20s is a series of forgiving yourself again again and again

[michaela okland @MichaelaOkla]

Instagram put up a new “limit political content” feature in settings and set it as the default for tons of accounts. The timing of this feature is very suspect to me, but anyway here is how to fix it

[𝑆 @leoninethings]

Professionalism sucks i wanna put "<3" in my emails

[bald ann dowd @ali_sivi]

they didn't need researchers for this they could've just texted me

[samantha @milkygoddess]

don’t borrow grief from the future babe everything is going to work out the way it’s meant to

[Assal Rad @AssalRad]

The language of dehumanization:

🇮🇱 - Children
🇵🇸 - People under 18

🇮🇱 - Civilians
🇵🇸 - Collateral damage

🇮🇱 - Women and children
🇵🇸 - Human shields

🇮🇱 - Hostages
🇵🇸 - Prisoners

🇮🇱 - Killed
🇵🇸 - Died

🇮🇱 - Attacks
🇵🇸 - Explosions

[Lowkey @Lowkey0nline]

"Why can't you feel for us?"

13-year-old Rozan al-Rifi screams to the world, which watched Israel kill her family.

[sulky . . @sulky80715248]

im so hated inside my own head but also a superstar and the realest to ever do it

[✧ @northstardoll]

being a bad person all by yourself handsome?

[Richard Siken @richardsiken]

@thislovve If they love you in ways you don't understand, it means they love you in ways that are bigger than what you know about love. They love you in ways you haven't even figured out. That sounds awesome, though frustrating. Even if it doesn't work out, give it your best effort now.

[The sunny side of Franz Kafka @AmschelKavka]

Everything is definitely, quite definitely going to be better, and you need not worry.

Franz Kafka, 1912.