Lets let go of shame with mama
telling my kids this was the dead poets society
book about the women of 300 fox way when???
i love reading, i love thinking about what i am currently reading, i love thinking about what i am going to read next, i love being privileged enough to be able to read, read, read, and read so much that i never tire of it
AM radio is like literal magic. There is music all around us that we can't hear, and to hear it you just have to tap a crystal (diode) to the earth and listen to it with another magic rock (magnet) and a tin can. You dont even need electricity to make it work because this music around us is literally all the power you need. Oh and at night when the sun has set, the light of the day gets replaced by MORE music because the signals can travel further at night. This is magic. If you even care.
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 haven’t 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. He’s not even two years old yet, and I’m doing everything I can to keep him warm, fed, and alive.
I’m begging you, from one human to another — 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 mother’s cry for help. Please, for the sake of humanity, help us now.
brooks vaughn is like if gansey was evil. they’re so similar: not understanding money because they’re so insanely rich, able to persuade and convince people effortlessly, in love with a poor boy who’s had to work to get to where he is, pouring themselves into a niche subject for reasons unknown to many, the list goes on. but when gansey gets loose, unleashes the full capabilities of his charisma, becomes gansey-on-fire, that’s basically brooks.
I mean, fuck, I like bed. I like sleep. I like cozy blankies I like napping, I like to eep. I like Z catching and wink catching and counting sheep. I like doing beddie bye shit. Snooze it? Honk mimi
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