You could also stick your tongue down his throat and it would be more subtle
Odysseus laid in the bed that his wife used to sleep in, carved into the olive tree with his bare hands. Small specks of water seemed to be left over from the pillow he rested his head upon.
He was tired. Not from work or fatigue, although he tried his best to activity-fill his day so he could rid his mind of the worries that filled his head, but from the stress of it all, his wife leaving him suddenly after only a week of him being home for another man that was supposed to be him. He felt like he wasn't good enough.
And after the argument about the infant, who could really blame him? He wasn't quite pleased with himself; and who would ever be? He was a monster. If Penelope was pushing everything aside just for this other him, then maybe really he was just inferior.
He didn't feel like getting up. But what other choice did he have? The Fates and the Gods watched over him, almost ridiculing his every action from afar.
How could he live with himself?
He was a monster.
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My friend Mahrah (@mahrahpalestine) is an engineering student. She is brilliant and speaks with a clarity of analysis and thoughtfulness (even in a second language, even while living in crisis), that is profoundly impressive and humbling to me. She holds hope that Palestine will be free, and when it is, she will use her knowledge and skill to help rebuild.
Her father lost his job due to the war, and she does not have the money for university fees. The situation for her and other Palestinians is getting more difficult as the duration of the crossing closure increases, and the genocidal famine is leading to sickness and starvation.
Mahrah explained, "Food is missing from the markets. If the food is found, it is usually unhealthy because it contains preservatives and we eat it for a year and 8 months, and this causes diseases. But there are no other options to do without it. My nephews are at risk for my father's and mother's diseases and need healthy food because they are at an advanced age. It's like a famine, but there is no media to cover what's happening. They killed all the journalists."
Donations have been slowing, and she is afraid for her family's health. If you can spare some money to help them, please do.
Mahrah has been so incredibly kind and loving to me in our conversations, even checking in how I've been while recovering from surgery. She has extended so much compassion towards me, and I want to encourage others to extend that same level of compassion towards her.
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Stone Ocean Ponyo!AU
No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?
If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.
These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.
Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.
We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.
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I'm gonna say this... Anton Ivanov from ZZZ Zenless Zone Zero is underrated. For each 20 post of Lycaon and/or Billy the Kids there's One for Anton, and whenever he's there it's just a group photo with the rest of Belobog Indistries.
Don't you sleep on my man.
Give my love to him and Ben Bigger.