Planesfly

wait this still counts as a kiss…right?

No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?

If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.

These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.

My family needs urgent help.

Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.

We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.

Please, if you’re reading this: help.

Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.

#55 “Let me guess,” Harry grumbled as he healed Malfoy’s thigh, thinking of the last time they were so close in this kitchen. “You didn’t know where else to go.”