“My mum yelled at them. She asked: ‘What do you want from my husband and son?’ A bald man with a beard shot her with a machine gun from the neck down. Then they killed my sister, Rasha, with the same gun. She was five years old. Then they shot my brother Nader in the head and in the back. I saw his soul leave his body in front of me. They shot at me, but the bullet passed me and I wasn’t hit. I was shaking so much I thought they would notice me. I put blood on my face to make them think I’m dead.r”
11-year-old Houla massacre survivor tells how his family were slaughtered. (via mirnanoaman)(via youagainstreality)
I miss you.
yourbro:
I miss who you used to be, how you used to treat me. I miss our random conversations. I miss not having to wait hours for your reply. I miss your laugh, your smile, everything. I miss you. The old you.
(Source: chaseskywalker, via echoing-thoughts)
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