"hurts Like Heaven, Lost In The Sound."
"hurts like heaven, lost in the sound."
i'm so tired of love songs
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Isa: I'm naming my TV remote Waldo for obvious reasons.
Isa: Why do people say "tuna fish" when they don't say "beef mammal" or "chicken bird"?
Isa: I am going to name my kid Pac-man so he can see ghosts.
Jake: What is the definition of love?
Isa: Love is a good deal. Bargain shopping for ice cream.
Jake:
Isa: Or escaping from communist China. Either way works fine.
Isa: Can I ask you for a favor?
Jake: I would literally die for you, but continue.
Isa: We need to talk about you starting sentences that way.
BREAKING: The massacres committed by israel from Tuesday’s dawn till now - 84 Palestinians killed!
14 martyrs, including the sister of the head of the political bureau of Hamas, in the bombing of a house in the Beach camp, west of Gaza City.
12 martyrs, most of them children and women, as a result of the occupation bombing of a school to shelter displaced people in central Gaza City.
More than 30 martyrs, most of them women and children, in 3 massacres committed by the occupation by bombing two homes and a shelter center in different areas of the Gaza Strip.
3 martyrs after the occupation bombed a group of Palestinians on Al Wahda Street in Gaza City.
Gaza Civil Defense: Our crews recovered 13 martyrs as a result of three attacks in Gaza Governorate.
The number of victims of the massacre in the Bani Suhaila roundabout in the center of Khan Yunis rose to 10 martyrs and dozens of wounded.
Two martyrs in an Israeli bombing that targeted a house in the Shujaiya neighborhood, east of Gaza City.
BREAKING: 15 Killed in Al Shati’ camp including 9 from Ismail Hineyah’s Family.
The Haniyeh family members were killed after the bombing of their home in the shati’ camp, west of Gaza, included the sister of the head of the Hamas political bureau Ismail Haniyeh and his wife, their names:
Zahr Abdel Salam Haniyeh (Nahed’s mother)
Nahed Ghazi Haniyeh
His wife, Iman Ahmed Haniyeh
Muhammad Nahed Haniyeh
Ismail Nahed Haniyeh
Moamen Nahed Haniyeh
Zahr Nahed Haniyeh
Shahad Nahed Haniyeh
Amal Nahed Haniyeh A number of them are still under the rubble
my first y/n x s/o story cuz i forgot isa and Jake
[4:42 PM]
stars glimmered like ice in a sea of darkness, flickering silver and gold as a comet shot across the sky, illuminating the sky for a moment. the streets were filled with empty cars and parking lots, the last bus departing to brooklyn.
all the pay phones were empty, save the one you were leaning on inside. one by one, all the lights switched off, except the one right above you.
it took you a few seconds to realize you were the only one outside. even pigeons, who flew by or stuck around on power lines, didn’t even come tonight. you rummage in your pocket, looking for any spare coins you still had left.
lucky for you, fifty cents was all you needed. you insert the coins into the machine, pressing several buttons till you pressed a red button. it rung for a few seconds until…
“hello?” you hear a voice on the other side, “who is this?”
“it’s me.”
there was a long pause, and you feel like you’ve made a mistake. you didn’t even think he would answer, but you were glad he did. you heard light breathing and you were sure he was in bed, under the covers.
“why are you calling me?”
“i just wanted to know if you’re doing fine.” you respond, “it’s been quite a while since we’ve talked.”
silence. if you dropped a pin outside, you could hear it from the pay phone.
“i hope you’ve made it to harvard, i know you’ve been working so hard to study there. harvard really is a great place.”
“yeah, i did. i have to go now.”
“wait, please!” you choked back on your sobs, “just..hear me out! please!”
“y/n, you’ve crumbled what was left of our relationship. i know you want to mend this relationship, but you can’t. it may have been possible a few months ago, but not now.”
“please, give me a chance.” you whispered, tears cascading down your rosy cheekbones. “i promise you, we can do whatever you want. whatever you need to fix this, i’ll do it. just please come back.”
“i’m so sorry, y/n, but i can’t, not like this. we can still be friends, but we can’t have the same relationship as before. goodbye.”
“no.” you choked. this couldn’t be the end. it can’t be the end. you felt shock and chill in your bones as goosebumps appeared on your skin and hot tears flooding down your bloodshot eyes. your body was shaking as you felt your limbs growing weak.
you couldn’t accept that he was gone. that he was never coming back. you missed his hazel brown eyes and his honey skin and the way he’d call for you at 4 AM. because he was like that. because you broke something that can’t be fixed. your eyes are droopy and you can’t take it anymore.
you end up falling asleep in the pay phone, your hair all over your face. before you know it, the sun rises across the horizon, painting the sky a lovely golden hue, like a renaissance painting.
you hear a quiet ding from your phone. you thought s/o would have deleted your number, so you ended up deleting his two days ago. you never expected he’d reply.
but it wasn’t the reply you wanted. you were his past to a brighter future. you’re stuck living in your past while s/o makes his own future. he thinks of you, and wished you the best of luck.
this is s/o, i just want you to know that i’m deleting your number. i know it’s sudden, but until we can be friends, i’d rather restart as strangers than try to fix something that’s already broken.
barely anyone wants to read my shit. i’ll just keep posting till people actually like my stuff. just sayin.
Do not forget about Palestinians on this Eid, do not forget about Gaza, do not forget about the lives taken and homes destroyed, do not forget about the joy and life so cruelly snatched from them.
Eid means to us what Christmas means to most of you. And they're spending it digging through rubble and locating bodies to burry.
They have no chocolates, no new clothes to wear, no homes to decorate, they lost loved ones which would gather together, no Eidi to give to children to make them happy, no mehndi, no jewelery, no new toys.
Do not forget about Palestine.
Keep boycotting for them, keep protesting for them, keep donating to the families through the link tree, keep buying e-sims for them, keep sharing the truth, keep exposing Israel for their consistent humanitarian crimes.
Remember the Palestinians, especially today, on Eid, an occasion of joy.
May Allah make it joyous for them after everything they had suffered, may they be free from the Zionist occupation and genocide
Eid Mubarak, to everyone, and to the Palestinians
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