Had a long time to try to remember.
No. She wasn't.
She was the whole book
From the beginning
Ambika Mod and Leo Woodall as Emma Morley and Dexter Mayhew ONE DAY (2024)
My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys - Taylor Swift
Rosario Castellanos, tr. by Magda Bogin, from The Selected Poems of Rosario Castellanos; "Two Poems"
[Text ID: "Beyond my skin, deep in / my bones, I have loved."]
Yoshitaka Amano: Gashu Illustrations Art Book (1996)
A rare picture of the Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish and his Israeli lover Rita, about whom he wrote:
“I love you despite the nose of my tribe, my city and the chains of customs. But I'm afraid if I sell everyone, you will sell me and I'll return with disappointments.”
When it was discovered that she was working for the Israeli Mossad intelligence, he said:
“I felt like my homeland was occupied again.”
louis and zayn messing with liam and his bandana
(wwa london 6/7/14) [alternate link]
Us
I wrote a poem
It was about us
It wasn't bad
It wasn't good
I couldn't describe us better
it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.
it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.
it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.
it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.
it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.
IT MAY TAKE ME A MONTH TO PUT OUT A CHAPTER BUT AT LEAST IM NOT USING AI TO WRITE IT
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My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
M.L.Rio, “If We Were Villains.”
. . . . . I hope you are having a nice day! Be kind to yourself and others 🫀
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