His Voice Is So

that’s how it is… on this bitch of an earth.

To all the authors who write sasunaru/narusasu fiction with the uchiha disagreeing with sasuke's spouse choice and hating naruto for not being good enough can go fuck off because all uchiha suffer from the dreaded and widely feared "i-am-a-dumb-emotionally-constipated-bitch" syndrome AND simultaneously have the problem "Attracted-to-people-who-can-kick-my-ass-five-ways-till-sunday" disease, thus all uchiha would take one good look at naruto and his sunshine smile and loud rants about ramen and pretty blue eyes and warm hugs and world-shattering power and say "is anyone going to love this boy like he deserves? No? Then I will" And that is on GOD.

To all the teenagers following me that don’t hear it from their parents: I’m proud of you.

So russian and belarusian athletes are banned from competing under their countries' flag for the war in Ukraine but Isreali athletes are still allowed to compete under Isreali's flag despite Isreal's genocide being 4 times as deadly as the Ukrainian invasion?? Fuck Isreal. Fuck Russia. Fuck the Olympic Committee. Free Palestine. Free Ukraine.

In honor of the World Cup final, I give to you some F1 drivers x football

+ their lovely checkered flag uniform

I want my gay rights now! - Marsha P. Johnson (NYC Pride Parade, 1973)

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 she’s 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 doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s 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 Akram’s 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

gofundme.com

Donate to Hospitalised & need help providing for my family, organized by Mouj Alrawi

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