me in the winter: how do you expect me to do things it's fucking freezing outside
me in the summer: how do you expect me to do things it's fucking hell outside
the plane was coming home. it was probably full of malaysian students coming home for the holidays, for eid in two weeks, to celebrate the remainder of ramadhan with their families. it was probably full of malaysian students fresh from graduation, fresh from a holiday in the netherlands, waiting to start the rest of their lives, full of proud parents coming home from their children’s convocations. they were coming home.
how can you ask me to care whether the fucking russians did it or the fucking ukrainians i don’t fucking care what i fucking CARE ABOUT IS THAT THAT PLANE WAS FULL OF MY PEOPLE AND SOMEONE FUCKING THOUGHT IT WAS A HOSTILE FORCE AND SHOT A FUCKING MISSILE AT IT
IT IS A FUCKING COMMERCIAL AIRLINER
WHAT THE FUCK