Sweet Nothing

The Wind.

The fleeting feelings of love

the petulant pieces of a love long-gone,

I am every breeze-kiss that brush your lips,

and I am every dandelion wish,

most of all, don't you dare forget;

the Wind is my lover,

and I am the Wind.

I am the sky,

The blues of the morning, happy and bright, untouched but lonely, no clouds in sight.

I am the earth,

Fertile and frolicking, wide and green, even as the wildflowers sing with the wind, and the blood that is pressed into the soil beneath me, with the wild sprouting in glee.

I am the wind,

Soundless and free, carefree and careless, as one would wish to be, singing praises into the ears of many, sad and lonely may they be, the wind may stay, not away, from any.

I am the sun,

Bright star against the sky, lambent and bent with joy, laughing with no sound, and warm but not scorched.

I am the sea,

Vast and infinite in the eyes of one person, endless beneath it's surface, and unknown is it's creatures that it is home to, all encompassing and steady, but the sea is never restrained.

I am the moon,

White with morals, but dark in surrounding, cold and gentle, wished to be unmoving, as the tides below sway to my command, as the people on the ground sleep with no sound.

I am the stars,

Bright dots of freckled light, scattered and uneven, but beautiful in every right, immovable but present, distant but not lost, away but not stolen.

And of all the things that I am,

I am love,

Ever present and unending, unconditional or otherwise, heartbreaking or fulfilling, I exist amongst them all, there are those who do not believe in me, but I believe in myself, and who is to stop me from believing me? For who am I, but my own identity of love?

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Donate to Help Hanan and her children to reach safety, organized by Hanan Mahmoud

I am Hanan from Gaza, 33 years old, a mother of 3 children (Lana 10 ye… Hanan Mahmoud needs your support for Help Hanan and her childr

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journey of the jointed.

All beings that ever come to grace the dirt, have known love, no matter how little or how much.

And as much as he'd like to lie and say he was an exception he was loved only twice in his life thrice if you count beginnings.

Once, by a good man, who forged blades of benign shine, struck in the heart where his soul lay the heart that was tossed since yesterday.

Twice, by a sick child, who sewed stories of old of dancers and soldiers and burned in phoenix flames, promising a heart in the midst of gray ashes that say; The meaning of soul is defined by humanity, as hearts and souls go hand-in-hand, to have a soul is to feel, to feel is to have a heart.

And so the collapse of a frail child, greeted the puppet with no strings, and now his mind has lapsed back into loathing.

And now he sits in rubble and flame, singing a soundless soliloquy wishing to burn, and burn to death The jointed man wakes to a rising sun, and sheds the "son" that once was.

The years fly as wind blows just as time does, harrowed by horrid hands that never knew how to heal, finally finding oneself standing with kinder kin, as the world forgot the puppet of old, and now only knows who wanders with the wind as most visionary vassals do.

The jointed jaunt the joyous world, with a jaded face and biting words but now free of past grievances, still gruesome; somehow untrue.

The world cares not for the wandering soul that walks with the wind, Yet he does not care in return.

What used to be golden and anew...

...burst into fading light, and followed the Moon.

The Sun needs not the Moon,

For if the Moon in the sky had burned as bright,

How come it's canvas remains a pitch black sight?

For if the Sun needed the Moon,

How come it holds it's own,

How come the Moon only reflects the lambent wishes of the Sun?

But what if the Sun sees himself as the Moon,

And the Moon as the Sun,

If the Moon sees himself for what he truly is,

And the Sun so bright he basks in it.

The Sun needs not the Moon,

And the Moon knows this,

He prefers not to shade the Sun's light,

Would want never to reduce the hopeful rays to pathetic halos,

For halos cannot light up the world.

The Moon sees everything in the Sun,

And what the Moon brings is what the people believe as madness,

And truthfully, what he brings is darkness,

If the Sun may bring the people happiness,

If the Moon did not hold their best interests in his cold heart,

Then the Moon will fear not the day he leaves.

But what the Moon does not know,

The day that he fades away from even the Sun's view,

The Sun will weep, raining gold,

The Sun will feel...cold...

The Sun isn't meant to be cold.

(What used to be golden and anew, burst into fading light, and followed the Moon)

PLEASE DON'T LOOK AWAY, PLEASE HELP SAVE A LIFE

my best friend layla made a fundraiser for her boyfriend giuseppe, who suffers from very severe me/cfs (myalgic encephalomyelitis / chronic fatigue syndrome) and cci (craniocervical instability).

me/cfs is a severe neuroimmunological illness that often leaves the people who suffer from it housebound or bedridden. there is no cure for it yet and only a few doctors know how to treat it, most of them don't even know of its existence. that's why we depend on you sharing and donating this.

because of these illnesses, he might die. only two doctors in europe do surgery on me/cfs patients, who also suffer from cci, and they are located in spain. he will have to pay a special flight from italy, somewhere to stay and the surgery itself, and none of that is covered by insurance.

he is suffering so much. layla listed a few of his symptoms in his gofundme already, but the only thing he can (or is forced to) do is lie in a dark room with no stimuli AT ALL. no music, no light, no touch, not even being on the phone for too long, accompanied with tons of physical suffering as in pain or seizure-like symptoms. his suffering is not imaginable for people who don‘t have very severe me/cfs.

please read, share and donate. it‘s so very very urgent and a reblog would mean the world and could save his life. please help us, he needs to live.

if you have any other ideas of how to boost this fundraiser, please let me know!

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Help save Giuseppe’s Life - URGENT!!!, organized by Layla Bauer

English version: My name is Layla. - Traduzione italiana qui sotto I set up thi… Layla Bauer needs your support for Help save Giuseppe’

Urgent appeal

I am Jaafar from the besieged northern Gaza Strip, I am 24 years old. I had many dreams and ambitions, but because of the war I lost everything. I lost my dreams, my university and my job. I have nothing left. My family and I live in danger of death every day and every night. I have lost many of my friends, but I still have some hope of rebuilding my life and dreams. So please help me rebuild my life. If you cannot doate, you can convey my voice and my suffering. 💔🥹

Any donation you make will instill hope in my heart again. Please do not ignore

https://gofund.me/e82fb539

my friends yousef and mona are trying to survive a very dangerous situation... it's hard to focus on fundraising when you are worried more about surviving bombings. they do still need funds. it is getting harder and harder to afford basic needs for both themselves and their baby alaa. i haven't heard any good news about mona's lungs (they were damaged in a previous bombing), so i assume they're as bad as ever. she's told me it's very painful. she can't rest because she spends her nights coughing violently instead. if you can help them at all, here is the link to their fundraiser. since they are fundraising in swedish krona, smaller donations are accepted. anything will help at least a little, but please be aware 10 kr is 94 cents in usd. if you can't donate, please share the post. you have a helpful role.

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Donate to Help Youssef and his family escape the occupation, organized by Osam Lolo

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hi! as some of you know, about a year and a half ago, my beloved golden retriever Luke passed away from cancer. he was my very best friend. my mom and I had finally healed enough, so we got another golden retriever, Honey, and she is just the sweetest thing in the whole world—she’s practically Luke reincarnated. we haven’t had her long, but we are already enamored.

unfortunately, my mom came home from work recently and Honey was limping badly. she was taken to the emergency vet, and it was $400 just to have her be seen and ended up costing $600. she has a serious fracture in her hind leg. initially, we were told we may have to consider euthanasia, then we were told maybe just amputation. now they’re going to do a surgery to see if maybe they can save her leg. if not, amputation may still be on the table.

this initial surgery is going to be at LEAST $2,000. right now, those kinds of unexpected costs are just a lot for my mom right now, and I’m fresh out of college with not a lot of means to help her out financially. I know times are hard for everyone right now, but if you had even $5 to spare, I know it would help us out so much. I created a GoFundMe here, and my kofi is linked here. and if you can’t donate, even just a reblog, or a thought or prayer is much appreciated!

if you’re invested in my writing at all, you can shoot me a message showing you’ve donated and if you send me a little writing prompt, I’ll try to get it written for you as a thanks. I’m willing to write irondad, harry & sirius or remus, chris pike & jim kirk, ciri & geralt—basically any sort of parental relationship bc I have issues, whoops. if it’s something I haven’t listed, seriously just ask.

anyway, I’m so sorry to be doing this and I know everyone is struggling right now, my mom’s just been hit constantly with shit lately and I want to help her in any way I can.

(Honey is the one on the right, with her head tucked into her sister. 🥺)