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TK took a deep breath. “I think we need to talk about what happened last fall. With the loft.”
Carlos’s brain was skipping around from one feeling to the next like a pinball. “With…when we broke up?”
“Yeah.”
“You…want to talk about the breakup,” Carlos said slowly. “While I’m proposing to you.”
TK squeezed his hands. “Yes. Please.”
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AO3 / 4k words
Is this on fricking Spotify?????
I would listen to that
Ask and ye shall receive
William Morris (1834-1896） Tree of Life
It's lowkey so infuriating when ppl have obviously put time and effort into the creation of something, ie costumes,set design etc. And when ppl acknowledge it, some people come out of the woods to just constantly say "it's not that deep". Yes maybe not every piece of media Is loading every scene with symbolism and whatnot. But come the fuck on?
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obsessed with the girl who says that if you lie on the floor long enough you will start to cry and shake because your body is 'releasing excess cortisol' like i just think you might be going through something girl
Have you ever felt like wishing for death?
I am the one who wished for death so that he would not see the specter of torment and the bitterness of regret
I sit on the ground under a tent and look at my children starving and suffering from pain and fear while they are in front of me shivering from the cold and the smell of death that is everywhere and I cannot do anything as if I am chained in front of them a lifeless corpse and tears welled up in my eyes from grief over their condition.
I wrote this hoping to find a heart that beats with mercy to extend its hands to save us
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How cruel it is for a person to find himself in a situation he never imagined… to transform from a professional, from a person who works hard to earn a living with dignity, to someone who extends his hand begging for help, not because he wants to, but because he is forced, coerced, trapped between hunger, injustice and betrayal.
Begging… is not just asking for money, but it is the loss of a part of the self, the breaking of the spirit that used to give instead of waiting for giving. We did not get here because we made a mistake, we did not choose this path, but it was imposed on us by force.
Since when did we run after screens, looking for a glimmer of hope in donation links, sending message after message, enduring embarrassment, facing rejection, being expelled from some people’s conversations as if we were a burden? Since when did this become the reality we have to live?
Do you know what is harder than hunger? Not the lack of food, nor the loss of money… but to have your dignity taken away in broad daylight, to find yourself being fought from all sides, to feel that the whole world wants you to break, to become just a beggar on the doorsteps of organizations and donations.
But we no longer expect anything from the world… not from governments, nor from politicians, nor from those who draw maps with our blood. All that remains for us is you… you are the ones who feel for us, who understand our suffering, who realize that what we are living is not life, but a daily struggle for survival.
So excuse us… we have no trick, no power, except with God and then with you.
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ما أقسى أن يجد الإنسان نفسه في موقف لم يتخيله يومًا… أن يتحول من صاحب مهنة، من شخص يكدّ ويتعب ليكسب رزقه بكرامة، إلى من يمدّ يده مستجديًا العون، لا لأنه يريد، بل لأنه مُجبر، مُكره، محاصر بين جوعٍ وظلمٍ وخذلان.
التسول… ليس مجرد طلب المال، بل هو فقدان لجزء من النفس، كسرٌ للروح التي اعتادت أن تعطي بدلاً من أن تنتظر العطاء. لم نصل إلى هنا لأننا أخطأنا، لم نختر هذا الطريق، بل فُرض علينا قهرًا.
منذ متى أصبحنا نركض خلف الشاشات، نبحث عن بصيص أمل في روابط التبرعات، نرسل الرسائل تلو الرسائل، نتحمل الإحراج، نواجه الصدّ، نُطرد من محادثات البعض كأننا عالة؟ منذ متى أصبح هذا هو الواقع الذي علينا أن نعيشه؟
أتعلمون ما هو الأصعب من الجوع؟ ليس قلة الطعام، ولا فقدان المال… بل أن تُسلب كرامتك في وضح النهار، أن تجد نفسك تُحارب من كل الجهات، أن تشعر أن العالم بأسره يريدك أن تنكسر، أن تصبح مجرد متسول على عتبات المنظمات والتبرعات.
لكننا لم نعد ننتظر من العالم شيئًا… لا من الحكومات، ولا من الساسة، ولا من أولئك الذين يرسمون الخرائط بدمائنا. لم يبقَ لنا إلا أنتم… أنتم من تشعرون بنا، من تفهمون معاناتنا، من تدركون أن ما نعيشه ليس حياة، بل صراعٌ يومي من أجل البقاء.
فاعذرونا… نحن لا نملك حيلة، ولا قوة، إلا بالله ثم بكم.
