There is no internet.
No signal. No sound. No world beyond this cage.
I walked thirty minutes through ruins and dust. Not in search of escape, but for a fragment of signal, just enough to whisper, “We are still alive.”
Not because anyone is listening,
but because to die unheard is the final death.
Gaza is silent now.
Not with peace, but with obliteration.
Not a silence of stillness, but of smothering.
They severed the last cable.
No messages leave. No images enter.
Even grief has been forbidden.
I passed the corpses of buildings, of homes, of men, some breathing, some not.
All of them erased by the same hand that erased our voices.
This is not a siege of bombs alone.
It is a siege of memory: a war against our ability to say, “We were here.”
The bombing never stopped, especially in Jabalia.
They shell the streets where children beg for food.
They shell the lines where mothers wait for flour.
They shell hunger itself.
No food. No water. No exit.
And those who try, those who reach for aid, are struck down.
People die here, and no one knows.
Not because the killing paused, but because the killing of connection succeeded.
The internet was our final breath.
It was not a luxury; it was the last evidence of our humanity.
Now it is gone.
And in the dark, they massacre without consequence.
I found this faint eSIM signal as a dying man finds a flicker of flame.
I stood beneath a broken sky, risking death, not for rescue, but to send this.
A single message.
A last resistance.
If you are reading this, remember:
we walked through fire to say it.
We were not silent.
We were silenced.
And when the cables are restored,
the truth will bleed through the wires,
and the world will know what it chose not to see.
written with all the love in my heart to one direction, the people they brought to me who know what this all feels like without me having to say it, and the music that taught me to say goodbye
i consider them all to be the greatest loves of my life
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"So here's what we're going to do. I know you are going to want to listen to all of 1d's discography. To reminisce and process through this. Especially in your car. So l'm going to fix your speakers right now so you're able to do that".
To be loved.. just to be loved
I found out with my boyfriend yesterday. My car speakers have been messed up for a while & my bf wanted to fix them for me yesterday but I told him let's do sunday instead. Then Liam happened. After my initial processing, he looks at me saying
I can’t believe it’s here… after all the hours spent in hotels, planes, studios, and at home to get to this point. I poured so much heart into this project and all the visuals surrounding it in the hopes that you could feel and see the music as much as you could hear it. The songs on this EP are jumbled lines of my diary, bits and pieces of my chaotic mind, and fogged up windows into my life.
I’ve held onto it long enough, boy is now yours. 💙Always grateful, Luke
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sincerely when will men realize ‘playfully’ (yeah sureee it is..) sharting on girls interests will not make them fall in love with them. I cannot lie I was jaw dropped, cessation of breath at ‘And your weirdo obsession of love is the same’
sincerely when will men realize ‘playfully’ (yeah sureee it is..) sharting on girls interests will not make them fall in love with them. I cannot lie I was jaw dropped, cessation of breath at ‘And your weirdo obsession of love is the same’
I love a good banta💂♂️but men do not compute how to not make you (purposefully) feel stupid for what you love when having some jokes, some laughs, some hehe’s
and then had Anne’s book event today and had to run to the bathroom while holding my phone and throw up like a fire hydrant while listening to her read her book :D
so I have all the proof I need to show I am perpetually cursed & have all the demons after me: saw 5sos yesterday & was the closest I’ve ever been in 2nd row, got the most sick I’ve ever been at a concert in my life and had to go to back of the pit (I’ll be grieving that forever)