Treeleaftown

I don’t want to go on this trip I hate planes I hate long car rides I hate other people driving me I hate it I hate it I hate it

Hello, I won't take much of your time. I'll just say that we can no longer bear all this hunger, siege, and death. We're truly exhausted. I've written dozens of posts since my Tumblr debut. Many have supported and helped me, but many have also been opposed and abused by ruthless, unscrupulous, and Zionist people. I came to say: If any of you can help in any way, whether by donating, sharing, or anything else, please help us. We are being torn apart by hunger. And when I say torn apart, hunger is truly tearing us apart. I want a normal life with water, electricity, and food. I want to live in peace and sleep without fear. You can help me now by finding the scarce and expensive food. I hope the crossing will open soon so I can escape the horrors of war. So, I'm here to ask for your help. Follow my blog, share this post, and donate to me. Sorry for the inconvenience and thank you for your time.

This is my donation link if you are able please donate and thank you

Chaos. The Genesis (Ivan Aivazovsky, 1841)

Lazzaro Felice (a.k.a. Happy as Lazzaro) (Alice Rohrwacher, 2018)

conversations about living a ‘soft life’ annoy me because people act like it’s a choice rather than a luxury. the majority of women who have high stress lives are forced to due to life circumstances they have little to no control over. you’re not enlightened, you’re privileged

I wish meditation could give answers to impossible questions but it can’t

Harrison Wood Hsiang