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julian constantly yapping about chess and paul desperately trying to keep up (he zoned out mid julian's monologue)

god i hate them they’re so tragic. # do NOT listen to bro when he invites you out for a walk in the woods

all these I got off the png site I use, hypic, picsart, diffrent wikis, made myself, and pintrest. Do not credit me! If asked I’ll take these off and credit them reblogs always appreciated as usual. Also please check out this big master post I made with a ton of resources in multiple dropboxes 👍

  A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

 A Mother’s Message