hey so iâm crashing out
the tags on this are also insane wow iâm losing it
"I don't have a brother, ma'am," Adam replied. But Blue saw his eyes dart to Gansey.
The Raven Boys, p. 20/ 40/ 135/ 143/ 144/ 166/ 195/ 222/ 349/ 362/ 363
hey! donate to uk trans charities today because itâs gonna be a rough one
how did this photo of me end up on liv hewsonâs instagram story
lesbian slasher movie. the jingling of my carabiner alerts the killer to my hiding place. i am immediately killed
everyone make sure to set out cheese & crackers for neil tonight <3
I love you PBS I love you NPR I love you public libraries I love you wikipedia I love you project gutenberg I love you librivox I love you libby I love you hoopla I love you openlibrary I love you internet archive I love you resources that make information free and accessible to the public
the only dick Iâm interested in is richard campbell gansey the third
this is me when i lock tf in btw
i hope we all get kissed by the luck and whimsy of april this year
have you guys done that âwhat kind of reader are youâ quiz and if so what did you get
I present to you: the trc cast as random tumblr posts!
Came back from a few exhausting weeks so I'm treating myself with trc doodles.
This is in the continuity of this post where i said i could make hundreds of those - and honestly i'm not kidding ; it's very therapeutic to make somehow.
donât apologize for your appearance donât apologize for your hobbies donât apologize for the food you eat and enjoy donât apologize for taking time for yourself stop apologizing unless you are actually in debt and owe it!!!! existence isnât a reason to be sorry
Megan Denton Ray, from âA Recovery Guide for Adult Children of Alcoholicsâ
april fools day is actually the most sensible day of the year because it's the only day on which people will read something on the internet and stop for a second to consider whether or not it's actually true
tbh the real advice Iâd give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant youâre done. go somewhere youâve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as youâd like.
A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story
My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.
My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.
Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and sheâs missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.
We now live in a fragile tent that doesnât shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my childrenâs hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.
Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akramâs pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.
I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.
Donation link
đŒÂ poems that set me free in april (even for a short while) đŒ
Stranger, an Armenian folk poem (from âAnthology of Armenian poetry") Â
Dawn Does Not Break in the West, Eghishe Charenc (from âAnthology of Armenian poetry") Â
Your Unripe Love, Paruyr Sevak (from âAnthology of Armenian poetry")
The Rope Looped Itself, Hamo Sahyan (from âAnthology of Armenian poetryâ)
The Analysis of Yearning (Garod), Paruyr Sevak (from âAnthology of Armenian poetry") Â
I Can Give Myself To Her by Yosano Akiko
âI was thinkingâŠâ by Elena Shvarts (tr. by Stephanie Sandler)
Love by Bob Hicok
Note for My Wall by Charles Bukowski
Here and Now by Peter Balakian
The Sound of Trees by Robert Frost
A Kind Of Loss by Ingeborg Bachmann
Excuses For Why We Failed At Love by Warsan Shire
âOne Heartâ by Franz Wright
Mayakovsky by Frank O'Hara
I Have a Terrible Cold by Fernando Pessoa
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340) by Emily Dickinson
Wet Evening in April by Patrick Kavanagh
You Who Never Arrived by Rainer Maria Rilke
For M by Mikko Harvey
âLittle Crazy Love Songâ by Mary Oliver
saw this today
Here is a message from Kareman Dohan. Her gofundme is in my bio, please donate if you can and share!
Dear Friends,
Dear Friends, I'm sharing here an update as we have reached 300 terrible days since the onset of this nightmare. The goal has always been clear: my family and their safety come first and foremost, followed by essential supplies, drinking water, medicine, and other necessities that any household must have. The challenges are many. For months, we have been planning to evacuate to a safer place, that's why we wanted to make a fundraiser to help this purpose. That dream was shattered when the Rafah crossing was closed three months ago. Since then, we adjust our priorities. When you see your family's difficult situation, you will spend everything you have on their comfort, no matter the cost. The focus now is on basic necessities such as food, and drinking water, and expensive medicine so we can manage the widespread diseases and epidemics. The situation in Gaza has gone from bad to worse. The prices are rising and the increasing frequency of new displacements. Nowhere is safe. It can be difficult to express the full picture of our suffering - words are inadequate. We miss our normal lives. We miss who we used to be. The need continues as long as displacement and the crushing siege continues! We are unlikely to see the end of this trauma anytime soon with recent events extinguishing the hope for that. Your continuous support is the antidote to the injustice and builds our resilience. I hope you can continue supporting us and your love for us to withstand it all as one family.
Update:
I havenât been able to reach anyone lately due to heavy bombing in our area. Things are getting worse by the hour. My little son Hamoud and I are now living in a worn-out tent with nothing to eat and nowhere safe to go. Heâs not even two years old yet, and Iâm doing everything I can to keep him warm, fed, and alive.
Iâm begging you, from one human to another â remember me, remember Hamoud. Please donate whatever you can, even a small amount. We are in desperate need, and every second counts.
This is a motherâs cry for help. Please, for the sake of humanity, help us now.
thank you for the tag @virgoactias :))
LAST SONG: good news (ya-ya song) by MUNA
FAVORITE COLOR: pink
LAST BOOK: donât let the forest in by cg drews (itâs so good omg iâm obsessed)
LAST MOVIE: a fish called wanda
LAST SHOW: supernatural (yeah yeah i know, my friends told me to watch it, iâm almost done with season 1 and iâm having a good time)
SWEET/SAVORY/SPICY: savory
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: hmm what a good question!
LAST THING I LOOKED UP: how to get rid of a canker sore :(
CURRENT OBSESSION: getting my life together! and writing my book
LOOKING FORWARD TO: seeing my friends later <3
no pressure tags:
@viktored @cupofearlgreytea @aglionbyacademia @elainiisms
(Tagged by @agentmintea. Thank you!! <3)
LAST SONG: as it happens, Star Spangled Man from CATFA. Funny things happen when my iTunes library is on shuffle.
FAVORITE COLOR: I guess red? I do like red a lot.
LAST BOOK: I put down Fortune's Bazaar: The Making of Hong Kong by Vaudine England last autumn when work got busy, and haven't picked it back up yet. I am trying to get back into it this week.
LAST MOVIE: CABNW. I know.
LAST SHOW: I am catching a particularly trashy drama with my mum on TV. It's just...spectacularly badly written we watch it just to tear it to shreds.
SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY: mainly savory
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: very aroace :D
LAST THING I LOOKED UP: just the word 'berth'. Because I was writing about a ship docking and I wanted to get the jargon right.
CURRENT OBSESSION: been too busy to think about anything but work for the past month. but i have to name something...plushies and ex-mormon content creators
LOOKING FORWARD TO: next week when this competition cycle ends (before the next one picks up in May).
no pressure tags: @sadieb798 @historymaiden @likea-black-widow-baby @sekretny @tenderjock @chaotic-lesbian-but-also-a-tree @itiswhatitis--love @agentsofmarvel @clara-543 @all-that-jazz-93 :)
SONG OF THE SEA 2014ă»dir. Tomm Moore
shut up and look at this photo of Marsha P. Johnson smiling and holding a Snoopy plush.
be sure to leave out milk and cookies for brutus tonight
how is it mario day and no one posted the essay
life is beautiful and everything will be okay in the end anyways
Rian Phin
poetry recommendations for march
If You Knew by Ellen Bass
Living With the News by W.S.Merwin
Spring by Mary Oliver
The Return by Mary Oliver
Green, Green is My Sisterâs House by Mary Oliver
Black Telephone by Richard Siken
Proverbs and Songs by Antonio Machado
this night - for you by Halina Poswiatowska
a splinter of my imagination by Halina Poswiatowska
in your perfect fingers by Halina Poswiatowska
Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine von Radics
Every Day You PlayâŠ. by Pablo Neruda
first thought after seeing you smile by Warsan Shire
Love by Czeslaw Milosz
Insomniac by Sylvia Plath