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black smoke after another russian attack (view from my window)

it's also the second time in the last week when in sleep i've dreamt of attacks, then i wake up – and i'm in the middle of a real attack. it blurs the line between dream and reality, and what's worse erases any sense of my security(ha) and relaxation(ha) from such a thing as sleep.

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🤧🤧🤧🖤

this is the type of greed they talked about in the bible

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#canon

it's unstately but

"lifting the other while hugging"

I miss the sight

I went for someone different for a change; I hope that's okay love.

Every visit, every phone call, every text- they all feel like a gift; small, precious - something to be handled carefully. They happen rarely, sometimes weeks go by before a text, months between phone calls, between visits; often following the same pattern.

The texts come at horrible hours of the morning even if he doesn’t read them until well afterward, short, clipped things that come from a different number than they used to.

I’m fine. Lena sends her love. See you soon - maybe March?? Let me know. V Sent: 04:23

Had chance to watch the new film - wonderful. Talk about it with you soon? V Sent: 02:56

I’m tired of talking about sanctions. How are you? Have you seen Evgeniy lately? He told me about the fundraiser - you’re all doing so well. Thank you. V Sent: 05:06

The phone calls are strange sometimes. There are times when it feels as though nothing has changed - it is Vova on the end of the line, cracking jokes, poking fun, his laughter rich, wonderful, endless. He could listen to that sound for hours. There are other times when Vova is quiet, his voice hoarse, slow - as though the conversation is too much effort, as though he has forgotten how to talk about things that are not weapons, sanctions, aid, bullets, blood.

Sometimes, everything aligns perfectly and they can see one another.

Sometimes, for hours. They sit in Volodymyr’s gilded office and drink coffee together. He smiles, gently - his voice rough, gravelly - endless questions about him, about his life, about where he has been, what he plans to do and on, and on, until someone knocks on the door and apologetically moves the schedule along and he is reminded, not unkindly - that this is Volodymyr Oleksandrovych, the President of Ukraine before him, shaking his hand, squeezing gently, a soft promise to see him again soon, his brown eyes sparkling.

Sometimes, like now - it’s minutes, scraped together between one meeting and another, a speech, a memorial - it never stops, he never stops and yet, and yet, he always finds time somehow.

“Stas-” 

His voice is tired, his face too, the hollows below his eyes dark.

It’s as though no time has passed at all as Stas steps forward, half-running across the parquet flooring and lifts him up, holds him as tightly as he can. He has no care for protocol, for anything or anyone else, just desperate to hold on because this time, Vova feels like a ghost. The weight of him alarming, not because he is heavy, but because he isn’t.

"Vova-"

Volodymyr buries his face into Stas' shoulder, his eyes closed, his feet barely touching the floor, a white knuckled grip on the navy blue sweatshirt.

He lets out a deep, shuddering breath, Stas holding on gently, not letting him down, not letting go.

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god i miss them so much

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Chérie wrote a letter. It's the hand-written "Dear Volodymyr" "my friendship" for me. 🥹❤️🫶

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tumblr added likes on the comments? wow. finally

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i fell asleep after a two-hours shahed drones attack thinking it was over, only to wake up a few hours later for a fucking quick iskander missiles fire-show outside my window

🎀🎀🎀🎀

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cooking varenyky with cherries and apricots as a form of meditation

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people who justify all this don't realise that the main point of the problem is that now these two authorities will be subordinate to the prosecutor general's office, and we have a horribly corrupt court system (btw the general prosecutor didn't make it to the nabu contest some time ago)

i'm not ready to compare all this shit to yanukovych-maidan case yet, but fuck. if you know how much such expansion of your power can (fairly) trigger people - why are you still doing it?

i hope he doesn't stay silent in response like he did after many protests/big scandals in past 6 years

damn, to have such a huge trust from your people (despite all your mistakes), and to fuck it up with one decision 👍

i don't know what he has to do now to fix all this mess

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damn, to have such a huge trust from your people (despite all your mistakes), and to fuck it up with one decision 👍

i don't know what he has to do now to fix all this mess

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1. there is an air alert in odesa (apparently this night will be as scary as the friday-saturday one)

2. i'm kinda drunk

3. every person i meet on the street is also drunk (and very unserious)

4. instead of panicking and wanting to find shelter, my brain chose 🤏 chill on the beach (the stars are especially visible tonight) i'll catch rockets with my hands🙏

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“volodymyr” 💘

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odesa day 1 𓇼⋆𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚

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🪽kvn 2000🪽

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🪽kvn 2000🪽

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🪽kvn 2000🪽