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Hi, I hope you're doing well. ❤️ I'm writing to you with full of hope to help me and my family. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. 😢 Could you please share my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like. Our campaign has been verified by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 in their Master List on their spreadsheet. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.
I have donated. I wish blessings upon you. I believe there is light and kindness in the world, and I hope it shines on you.
here is the link to donate
SPOILERS FOR FRANKENSTEIN!!!!!!
HE’S DEAD???? he was the 2th best character wtf
I’m reading Frankenstein right now and nobody prepared me for how gay Victor and Henry are
Also when Clerval stayed with him while he was sick 👀
Anyway I hate Victor, here’s the boy
More writing!
If Jesus Christ saw the state of the world right now, he’d puke his guts out. I keep hearing people talk about the second coming as if we haven’t had so many messiahs already. Our messiahs are our activists and leaders of movements. Anyone willing to help people and sacrifice so much. Honestly, I wish I could die and magically fix everything. I’d vaporize and become the clouds. I’d pour over the dried blood and salty tears that stains everything, like a mother introducing water to a babies face. I wish I could have everyone retrace their steps, babies be unborn, suns unset, and fix whatever snowballed into everything. I wish I could give new life. I wish I could be the bullet that misses by a hair. I wish I could be the reckless driver that sets off the airbag.
A little something I wrote today!
Seeing the flecks of light scattered across the sky fills me with both amazement and frustration.
Imagining what those little flecks hold excites me, but I then remember I could never see everything they are.
It feels like I’ve been cheated. I wish I could live every life and experience everything, but it’s just not possible. I hope when I die, I’ll become God. I hope that everyone will. And for an eternity I could really live. I could see everything there is to see. I hope I could go back to the beginning, way before it, and see time as if it were individual frames of a motion picture.
Each second, less than a second, the smallest most meaningless unit of time, could last forever. I could see everything and feel it and love it and hate it and laugh and cry and scream. And when it somehow ends, I’d do it over.
I want to love everyone and hate everyone. I want to kill and give life. I want to ruin and better. I want to breathe and I want to suffocate and swim and burn. I want to see how ugly and beautiful it all is. I want to see things I could’ve never imagined.
I want to know everything better than I currently know myself. I want to find myself and everyone in all of it.
"the tired sunsets and the tired people-it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all".
–Charles Bukowski