That’s enough. I just saw a picture of a Palestinian child whose head was literally hollowed out. STOP posting these pictures. This isn’t even about me, this is about the nonconsensual exploitation of and disrespect towards the victims — the mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, husbands, wives, and so forth.
STOP POSTING PICTURES OF THE INJURED, THE DYING, AND THE DEAD.
Catch the typo:
"I’d been around Kathy and that crew for a few years and had various friends throughout elementary school, but only Liliana was my best friend. It wasn’t that I didn’t have room in my chart for another, I totally did, but rather that nobody lived up to those standards."
I love when you become so close with someone that you can see parts of each other in one another and you begin to say the same things and steal lines from one another and have a similar sense of humor and can exchange an inside joke with just a glance you don’t even have to talk because you have such a strong connection with them and you can sit in comfortable silence but also talk for hours it’s really hard to find that kind of compatibility