Clothing does not define gender
Clothing does not define gender.
Clothing doES NOT DEFINE GENDER.
CLOTHING DOES NOT DEFINE GENDER.
C L O T H I N G D O E S N O T D E F I N E G E N D E R
Only you can do that
Clothing does not define gender
Clothing does not define gender.
Clothing doES NOT DEFINE GENDER.
CLOTHING DOES NOT DEFINE GENDER.
C L O T H I N G D O E S N O T D E F I N E G E N D E R
Only you can do that
i hate how im not doing anything w my life like im young and i should be having fun but instead im always on this website or watching movies on netflix and it just gives me such a bad feeling bc i know that one day ill look back and ill be like, “why the fuck did i waste my youth just moping around when i couldve done so many cool things” but fuCk i just don’t know how to stop being like this
“دع الأغانى تهزمك والأفلام تبكيك والتدخين يقتلك، لكن لا تدع مجالاً للبشر كي يحاولوا إيذائك أو يقيدوا حريتك.”
let the music defeat you, the movies leave you in tears and the smoking kill you, but never give humans a chance to hurt you, or restrict your freedom.
Due to the lack of passion, joy, humanity, freedom and love outside, I decided to live inside my head .
5 years ago i was a fucking mess & now i’m a fucking mess but at peace with it and with cooler fashion sense
Lamis Deek: “Jewish settlers mock Palestinian woman who was just kicked out of her home by the Israeli colonial settler Jewish supremacist military state, they do this for fun at the border, especially to elders, at checkpoints, anywhere really … disgusting, always disgusting.”
Alaa Daoudi: “This is my neighbor in Jerusalem. The neighborhood is Sheikh Jarrah and she is standing in front of our home. This photo is a few years old but nevertheless brings up painful memories.”
Bill Dores: "It’s like a sewage pipe ruptured in Westchester and emptied into Palestine.“
“ما فائدة أن تحبني كثيراً ولا تفهمني، تفتقدني ولا تبحث عني؛ أن أكون ضمن أشيائك ولا أكون أهمها؟”
what’s the point of you loving me a lot but not understanding me, missing me but not searching for me; of me being a part of your life but not the most important one?
You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off? Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry? Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one story about her that you’re not in.
You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.
