Everytime I see news about Eurovision my eye twitches because every year Palestinians said stop watching this and the response was “how dare you take away my emotional support pinkwashing show”

Not to mention Azerbaijan is STILL being allowed to compete as well, despite having successfully committed an ethnic cleansing of hundreds of thousands of native Armenians from Artsakh (with the help of millions of dollars in aid from one of its best friends and partner in genocide Israel) only within the past couple of months, mere weeks before the the current Israeli siege on Gaza

That song contest is always going to put profit over people, profit over the "peace" and "unity" it tries and fails to promote. honestly if THIS isn't the year it stops at least trending on Tumblr.....

Additionally - the Armenian team faced sanctions for brandishing the Artsakh flag back in 2016, and a year previous, they had to change their song title from Don't Deny to Face the Shadow (originally Don’t Deny) because the judges thought it was a reference to the Armenian Genocide

When you're driving home at night and you meet a Ford F-150 on the road

I am currently inside a tumblr post

Somebody put him underwater

*heavily distorted*: And this is an image filter

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came back wrong but its from the perspective of the person who came back

Seeing pictures of yourself -the real you, the one people miss, the one people look for in your eyes- is like staring into a foggy mirror. The parts are there, you think, but the details are lost.

Someone who loves you makes you breakfast. You thank him and eat it despite the fact the eggs are too crisp on the sides and missing much needed salt. He says its how you like it, but that just makes that angry, unfettered itch in the back of your brain grow stronger.

How I used to like it, you want to say, how I used to be.

You grip your butter knife harder and light catches the polished metal. The glimpse you catch of yourself in the cutlery looks nothing like the photo on the mantle.

me

OH MY GAMMIT ITS THE RAPTURE

passenger princess? No, I’m the passenger knight. I’ve sworn an oath of homoerotic loyalty to the driver and will protect them until my last breath. I will carry out her road rage. I’m why the front passenger seat is called shotgun