@apriciajovialis.bsky.social
Ugh. There are a million things more interesting and enjoyable than writing a personal introduction.
If you believe that every life is irreplaceable and deserves dignity and respect, then we're probably cool.
If you believe that every life is irreplaceable and deserves dignity and respect, then we're probably cool.
Absolutely beautiful, Ruaa.
April 11, 2025 at 5:54 AM
Absolutely beautiful, Ruaa.
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In every house destroyed by an airstrike,
A love story is erased from history.
And no one knows that wall once heard a promise,
Or that bed once held the secrets of love… and life.
A love story is erased from history.
And no one knows that wall once heard a promise,
Or that bed once held the secrets of love… and life.
April 10, 2025 at 8:12 PM
In every house destroyed by an airstrike,
A love story is erased from history.
And no one knows that wall once heard a promise,
Or that bed once held the secrets of love… and life.
A love story is erased from history.
And no one knows that wall once heard a promise,
Or that bed once held the secrets of love… and life.
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We don’t live love stories… we just try not to die before telling someone: “I love you.”
We love the way the exiled longs for his homeland… from afar, with fear, and the passion of survival.
We love the way the exiled longs for his homeland… from afar, with fear, and the passion of survival.
April 10, 2025 at 8:12 PM
We don’t live love stories… we just try not to die before telling someone: “I love you.”
We love the way the exiled longs for his homeland… from afar, with fear, and the passion of survival.
We love the way the exiled longs for his homeland… from afar, with fear, and the passion of survival.
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It remains steadfast… lighting the darkness, growing in the lines of waiting,
Sheltering in fearful eyes, enduring… to the last breath.
Sheltering in fearful eyes, enduring… to the last breath.
April 10, 2025 at 8:12 PM
It remains steadfast… lighting the darkness, growing in the lines of waiting,
Sheltering in fearful eyes, enduring… to the last breath.
Sheltering in fearful eyes, enduring… to the last breath.
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In Gaza, even love resists—
It tries not to grow cold with the coffee cup left waiting for a morning that never came,
It falls asleep in a prayer heard only by God,
It’s tucked into warm bread, into a blanket pulled over two shivering feet at night,
It tries not to grow cold with the coffee cup left waiting for a morning that never came,
It falls asleep in a prayer heard only by God,
It’s tucked into warm bread, into a blanket pulled over two shivering feet at night,
April 10, 2025 at 8:12 PM
In Gaza, even love resists—
It tries not to grow cold with the coffee cup left waiting for a morning that never came,
It falls asleep in a prayer heard only by God,
It’s tucked into warm bread, into a blanket pulled over two shivering feet at night,
It tries not to grow cold with the coffee cup left waiting for a morning that never came,
It falls asleep in a prayer heard only by God,
It’s tucked into warm bread, into a blanket pulled over two shivering feet at night,
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There’s no time for flowers, no place for dates — love is never declared; it hides in glances, and is laid to rest in shrouds.
Lovers write their messages on the walls of the heart,
Because paper burns, homes fall, and phones are silenced by shrapnel.
Lovers write their messages on the walls of the heart,
Because paper burns, homes fall, and phones are silenced by shrapnel.
April 10, 2025 at 8:11 PM
There’s no time for flowers, no place for dates — love is never declared; it hides in glances, and is laid to rest in shrouds.
Lovers write their messages on the walls of the heart,
Because paper burns, homes fall, and phones are silenced by shrapnel.
Lovers write their messages on the walls of the heart,
Because paper burns, homes fall, and phones are silenced by shrapnel.