#War diary

[midnightscout]

at this point i’m just desperate, i’m a mess, i’m having constant nightmares about being tortured by russian soldiers, about my partner being killed in action, about my city being occupied and my family sent to a concentration camp

i don’t even have any anger left, i just want to grab people by their arms and cry and yell something along the lines of “don’t you see we are dying over here don’t you get that they are not going to stop”

i want to live

i really do i want to live and i want my loved ones to live and i want to have a kid someday and i want to wake up and look into my partner’s eyes without having to imagine myself at his grave

and he has such kind eyes and my heart breaks every time i imagine them dead

i can’t take it anymore

please don’t let us die over here

[michelle-blue]

War diary | Shahar Dekel

[kiramilko]

2022/ 08 жовтня — День 227

Одним точним ударом хуяк по мосту —

Хуяк по мосту.

Хуяяяяк по мостуууууууууу віііі

[heartiella]

[katemurphythings]

Day 445: war diaries w/Former Advisor to Ukraine President, Intel Office...

[sacredfolly-blog]

Writing Prompt Wednesday 146 - ocean of ripples

Writing Prompt Wednesday 146 – ocean of ripples

Prompt “We all have the same wish! It MUST come true!” – Daria Hlazatova from War Diary On Writing Breathe the sentence in. Exhale the sentence. Inhale and exhale each word. Now inhale and exhale the sentence. Then, go! There is only one rule, keep your hand moving. Don’t worry about grammar, spelling, or punctuation. If you feel stuck, keep writing anyway. Try going back to the prompt and write…

[colmiilllo]

Post another fucking chapter girl I NEED TO KNOW WHAT'S NEXT GOD DAMN IT

[satorena]

“final form kuna is so attractive!!” the final form in question:

[soracities]

Dunya Mikhail, from Diary of a wave outside the sea (trans. Elizabeth Winslow and Dunya Mikhail) [ID'd]

[arunswild]

I don't really know what to say. This morning I got the news that six of the hostages were found dead, recently shot. I know the family of one of them, and they are the bravest and most resilient people I know. They gave me, and, well, everyone hope that their son would be back. I fully believed he would. Everyone did. I guess we just expected him to turn up one day at synagogue after all this time.

There are a few thoughts going through my head right now. Most of them start with the word "why", like,

Why did a 23 year old spend 11 out of the 12 months of his 23rd year in a tunnel?

Why do baby-murdering, hostage-taking, house-burning militias live two hours away from my house?

and

Why do I, an 18 year old, fresh out of highschool, know three dead people, ranging in ages from 19 to 32?

Some of them start with the words "what", like

What are they going to do now?

What awful, awful heartbreak am I going to hear about next?

and

What the fuck?

[midnightscout]

їм нічого не буде їм ніхто нічого за це не зробить ми будемо вмирати наші землі руйнуватимуть ми втратимо дитинство юність старість ми пожертвуємо своїм здоров’ям а хтось пожертвує життям а всі навколо зроблять грусне їбало і скажуть “well. tough lucky, buddy. tough luck”

[hualianschild]

[kiramilko]

Питання «У чому сенс цього всього?» призвело до тотальної апатії.

[peter1rose]

Spreads from my journal.

"I have observed friendship as one observes high holy days: breathtakingly short, whirlwinds of intimate endeavour, frenzied carousing, the sharing of food, of wine, of honey. Compressed, always, and gone as soon as they come." -Amal El-Mohtar | This Is How You Lose the Time War

[beautyandlifestyleblog86]

Fruit salad ✨✨✨✨