Because You Left Me. And I Know You Had To And I Know I Didn’t Deserve You But Y-you Left Me.

Joe vs. Robert….

Like/reblog if you’re team Robert.

With Charity as his mum, I’m NOT surprised!

Noah is basically a tiny Robert in waiting though lbr

Me, too!

Im so happy for everyone who gets too meet Danny today 😊❤ you all deserve to meet him !❤❤ i hope i will also one day ☺

Meet Zahwa Arafat, yes, she the daughter of Yasser Arafat, (born in Egypt 🇪🇬).

She is considered a Palestinian REFUGEE even though she was born in France 🇫🇷 and an owner of a multi-million (some say BILLION) dollar fortune from her father, who stole billions in aid money from the West.

She also owns a street in London, lives in Paris, and speaks 4 languages none of which is Arabic. She doesn't speak or understand Arabic.

Because she is a so-called refugee, she is entitled to money from UNRWA.

Her father as well as every Palestinian leader was taking care of his own. Not his people.

Palestinian leaders have incentives to keep their people poor. They have the incentive to make western societies believe Palestinians are poor and to keep the refugee community growing. This is their way to get rich.

The 3 main leaders of Hamas, who grew up poor, are now worth $11 billion. Imagine that!

Thanks for posting! I loved it! Well done!

The makeup scene we didn’t get.

“Alright?”

“Not really. But I’m not talking to you right now, so it doesn’t matter”

Aaron swallows tightly and draws in a deep breath as he sits down next to Robert on the bench, nodding.

“Fair enough. I’ll just sit here until you let up”

Robert stares straight ahead of himself, crossing his arms over his chest for good measure, and Aaron forces himself not to be irritated, reminding himself that he’s supposed to be apologising. 

Rob shows no signs of paying any attention to Aaron at all, so he shrugs to himself and tugs the baccy, rizzlas and filters from his pocket, rolling a cig on his knee. He lights up and breathes in a few times, glancing sideways once before holding the cig out, loose and nonchalant; there if Robert wants it, there if he doesn’t. 

They go a good minute before Robert glares, taking the cig anyways, still tight jawed and determined to ignore him, but relaxing ever so slightly with his first few tokes. 

“I’m sorry,” Aaron starts, accepting the cig back “this is all really fuckin messy right now, and I don’t want what we have to be messy too”

“Well you drew the short straw there, mate,” Robert snorts bitterly and Aaron sits back against the wood properly, shaking his head.

“I used to think that, y’know? But lately its like… you’re one of the only things in my life that makes my brain go quiet”

“Aaron, it was only a few weeks ago that you were telling me you can’t think straight around me”

“Well that’s half true, I mean, there’s nothing straight about us”

Aaron has a small smile on his face, and he nudges Rob softly, desperate to loosen some of the tension between them. It physically aches, and he’s so tired of aching, so tired of feeling like he’s balancing on a tightrope barely hanging on. 

“God, I hate you,” Robert sighs, looking up at the sky for strength, although amusement glitters in his eyes and Aaron grins, egged on by some of the weight lifting. 

“Nah, you love me. I’m a delight”

“Aaron, please just go away”

Aaron swallows again and sucks heavily on his cig, before passing it to Robert again. He takes it despite his better judgement.

“You gonna tell me to get out of your life? You usually love throwing my words back at me”

“This is what I mean; how the fuck are we supposed to move on if you keep assuming nothing’s changed?”

Aaron closes his eyes and puffs excess air out through his cheeks. A moment later, the itching on his skin becomes just too unbearable and he shuffles closer, feeling his blood get warmer, comfort washing over him at the weight of his boyfriend’s frame against his own. 

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