how it feels to be the author of THIS after today's modulo leaks ig akutami gege is my fake acc or smth archiveofourown.org/works/77969616

My phone cases are so cuteeee!!!

To cry or laugh is the dilemma.

"The next time I saw him smile unabashedly like that was twenty-six years later, in a faded Polaroid photograph." What do you mean? What do you mean?!

I can't. I can't. I need to take a break. I'm literally shaking. Hassan, my sweet boy. You didn't deserve that shit. Fuck. #TheKiteRunner

This is not the book to read two hours before sleeping because I can't now. I just want to cry and continue reading.

Currently reading this book and I just can't fathom how innocent, how loyal, how pure Hassan is. I'm in pain.

Just me struggling not to feel a lot of emotions.

I finished. #TheKiteRunner

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It used to piss me off that I couldn’t watch baby looney tunes because it’d air early in the morning and I had school.

Last year, on my birthday, Leo was with me. His hug was warmer than any greeting, and his presence made me feel that there was still something beautiful in this world. Today, on the same day, Leo is not with me. Not because he grew old, not because he got sick, but because the

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An orange kitten was caught drinking the “wrong mom’s milk,” and the farm cat dad came to remove him like a disappointed parent. A farmer walked into the barn at feeding time, expecting the usual scene, baby goats lined up, moms settling in, and everyone getting loud and

The Kite Runner hit me so hard that I couldn't put into words that pain that I felt. That I still feel. I can't finish my book review in peace. 😭😭😭.

When I was little, I dreamed that a place like this was real and that I would live there when I grew up.

Just proved that I'm the weakest person I know.

One of my students brought this heartbreaking poem to class to today

My cat Leo loved flowers. He used to stand among them quietly, as if searching for a moment of peace in a place that no longer knows peace. He knew nothing about politics or wars— he only knew hunger… and waiting. Leo died from hunger in Gaza. He died because cruelty became

My cat Leo died from hunger in Gaza on 31/5/2025. His death broke me, but after he was gone, it felt as if he sent these two cats to my tent— as a trust in my care… to protect them, feed them, and make sure they never go through what he went through. I don’t want any other cat