Hello

Hello

I hope my message finds you safe

I would be really grateful if you could help me by donating to save me and my family from the dangers of war and death in Gaza and escape to a safe place.

We can't bear this injustice and fear. We have endured 10 months of suffering, humiliation, destruction and escaping death. No one asks about us. We are dying here in public, and there is nothing now to survive.

Please share, repost or donate to my family 🙏

https://gofund.me/b60fb34d

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how do u write so clearly and simple yet so beautiful? genuinely asking

OMG STOPPP tysm for enjoying my writing !!! bro actually i’ve been hearing a lot of comments and reblogs saying my writing style is simple yet detailed (?) which is such a compliment but also like i lowkey had no idea bcuz i don’t really know what my writing comes off as to other people ???? if that makes sense ??? ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

but here’s some tips/habits i’ve noticed i use when i’m writing:

keep it simple !! when i first started writing i was so obsessed with trying to make my writing “better” than it actually was — the absolute tip top tier of perfection that looked like this — google searching pretty and fancy words as well as synonyms for simple words. my search history would be all synonyms for laugh or synonyms for happy and the piece would just end up feeling so stiff and devoid of any writing style or voice

reading back on my old writing, sometimes it’s so obvious i had no fucking clue what those words meant !! so trust yourself- trust that what you already know works great— and sometimes less is more

speaking of less is more— a lot of times, i tend to glaze over a lot of minute details n stuff in my fics. this is obviously just preference: some authors describe everything and it turns out great. but i kinda like focusing less on the constant details and more on the overarching ideas??

for example, something like this:

osamu wakes up and blinks at the ceiling blah blah blah and rubs his eyes. he gets out of bed and pulls his shirt on blah blah and leaves the house to walk to the corner store with an umbrella. on the way he looks at the purple flowers and his shoes. when he gets in the store he thinks about buying some bread and butter

would actually look like this:

when osamu wakes up, the only thing on his mind is sweet bread and butter from that corner store down the street— the one with the purple flowers.

lmk if u guys want more ??? tips ? i was about to write some more but Idk if u all want that LMFAOOAOA

hi!  I am desperately in need for help. I need my insulin to bring my blood sugar back down. It’s $300 That’s all I need. I’m not asking for a windfall, just a little help, please.

Be blessed 💓🙏🙏💓

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I'm smitten for sunshine and positive vibes guys, no one can tell me otherwise bc i melt on the spot seeing those bright smile babes.

Standing in the yard, dressed like a kid. The house is white and the lawn is dead. The lawn is dead, the lawn is dead.

Synopsis : timeskip!Kita could only wish things turned out differently, so you and him could sit by the porch, watching the wheat grows together. Although, sometimes, things doesn't last long.

wc : 584

-> timeskip!Kita x reader

-> a loss of reader due to terminal illness, reader in the hospital. kita grieving over reader's death. angst w no happy ending.

A/N : i honestly do not remember who made the divider, but credit to them! Also thanks c.ai, for giving me ideas!!

Gentle hugs and hand-holding while cackling together is something Kita Shinsuke values very much, especially when it comes to you, his lover. Whenever you would get out from the door to the porch just to give him a helping hand, he refuses most of the time. But knowing how stubborn you are, he will let you do your thing, under his instructions, of course.

Besides, Kita Shinsuke loves the smiles and the giggles that you both share while helping him out on his farm, a quiet and peaceful life that he wouldn't trade for anything.

You are his world, forever.

But sometimes things do not go our way, including Kita.

...

Is it your soul laying by his side, or just your body? Long awaiting for you to wake up, to escape from this nightmare. Yet, eventually, you'll wave him goodbye. Either it be a short goodbye or none, but it's better than nothing.

The sounds of your unstable breathing, the coldness of the hospital—or is it just him feeling numb and the way your body doesn't radiate warmth anymore?

If only, maybe once again, you would squeeze his hand when he keeps your cold hand in his. Within the warmth Kita used to give, as you initiated too, was replaced by an emptiness, loneliness, and numbness that he dislikes, hates. At least, give him some pity, would you? On his knees, praying to God to give you some time so he could just see the smile he craved for before replacing it with a lifeless expression of yours.

Kita had known your lifespan was short since the doctor had informed him about it. But can't God put mercy on you? Can't he hear your voice once again? To see your grin, to savor the sweetness of you giving all of your affection towards him.

In addition, it wasn't getting any better, and Kita is aware of that. By your side, he had sat on the chair, leaning against the side of your body—while you kept laying on the hospital bed. The railing of the bed was cold, an unwelcoming coldness, merely to remind Kita that you won't be with him. In the end, you'll be buried, and he could only sit by your grave, hoping things turned out differently.

The pleading, begging, holding you close to him so you will hear him. So you wouldn't leave him, so you would just tease him that you will stay by his side. Yet, your soul wasn't there anymore. It was long gone.

As he quietened down his cries, knowing that it'd be pointless. Because at last, he couldn't do anything expect to accept the grief.

A reminder for him to stop trying, to let you go.

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Rummaging, or more like cleaning your things out. If you were there, he'd probably tell you to put your things in order, and you'd give him an "I'll do it later, Shin!" expression. Although this time, it's him doing it for you, like always.

Yet, there are no more sounds of whining and telling him not to throw away the old belongings of yours that you find oddly valuable; he never gets why. But he supposes he'll keep it safe and sound, just for you.

Putting your things in a few boxes. Since it would be safer, he wouldn't want to damage them. Hanging a picture of Kita and you together on the table, decorating it with your pictures and his. Dedicated to you, Shinsuke's lover.

Maybe in another universe, Kita wishes to hear your "I love you, Shin!" or perhaps that you'll stick by his side forever, mentally and physically.

And when the rice finally blooms. Usually, you and Kita makes rice cakes together; playful banter and all. But now, Kita supposedly he'll make it alone, in the kitchen that filled with silence.in somewhat way, he wishes you'll come behind his back and maybe cheer him up, like you always do.

Yet, it'll stay as a bittersweet memories.

Making rice cakes alone wasn't fun, especially when the tears shedding from Kita's eyes, as he sobs quietly.

mumbling 'I miss you.' between his sobs.

My family is still staying in half of the church that wasn’t affected by the bombing because there is nowhere else to stay other than tents. They are limited to one small meal a day and one shower a week. They are sleeping on the floors, but no one can sleep since there is bombing everywhere around them. Even when there is no bombing, they can still hear the loud buzzing sound of the military planes above them, which would keep anyone who hears it awake. Along with everything, My grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis, so she can’t walk. She has to take her insulin medication along with many others; however, she has run out of many of her medications.” Am on my knees requesting for donation. Target $450

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