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polish government has opened a website for ukrainians seeking safety and trying to cross the ukrainian-polish border:

ua.gov.pl

as of 13:10 polish time, it has been said as many people as possible will be let through the borders. they are also supposed to let through children who do not have passports, as to not divide families.

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TO UKRAINIAN FRIENDS

If you are looking for an emergency exit from Ukraine, Poland will open EIGHT safety points on the border with Ukraine (you will get warm food, medical help and from there you will be guided to safety) in two of our voivodeships: lubuskie and podkarpackie. It is confirmed by the Polish Secretary of State in the Chancellery of the Prime Minister, Paweł Szefernaker.

SOURCES:

https://www.rp.pl/konflikty-zbrojne/art35748991-szefernaker-na-granicy-z-ukraina-powstaja-punkty-recepcyjne-dla-uchodzcow

https://www.wprost.pl/polityka/10633681/polska-reaguje-na-agresje-rosji-na-ukraine-powstana-punkty-dla-uchodzcow.html

I've marked those voivodeships on the map!

Please share because it can save lives!!!!!!

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rb this to give the person you reblogged this from a gold star because they’ve been stellar today and they deserve it ⭐️

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*shakes fist at god* why am I so tiny

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cursed emojis that no one asked for but I don’t care

free to use!

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TBIS >>>>>>>>>

listen. if u like/reblog my posts fairly frequently, u better believe that i have noticed ok. even if we don’t ever talk. if we aren’t even mutuals! doesn’t matter. i see you. i see your URL pop up in my notifications every so often. and when it does? oh, when it does……… i’m like “oh hey there’s my buddy! gee i sure missed u pal!” and i get real happy for a minute ok. sorry, i don’t make the rules.

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no i layer my blankets at night

do you layer your clothes :o

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reblog to give a strawberry to the person you reblogged this from

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNA RIN 😘🎉🎂🥳🎈🎊🎁😽

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STOP THIS MADE ME CRY

remembering sunday | k. tetsuro 

➳ tags ;; domestic fluff, fem!reader, talks of marriage, mentions of divorce, exploration kuroos background, tooth-rotting fluff seriously, mild angst, proposals, corny stuff 

➳ wc ;; 2.5k

➳ a/n ;; this wouldnt wont leave me alone..  also doraemon is a popular asian kids cartoon show btw! n brackets mean flashback! (also yes the title is atl song lmfao) 

➳ plot ;; kuroo tetsuro doesn’t believe in the instituion of marriage. 

His first memory of his parents divorce is sitting the living room and listening to them argue. Doraemon is playing on the TV. His knees are tucked underneath his chin, long gangly arms wrapped around his legs, unkempt hair a shadow of protection of his spirit. 

He has no energy to hold his head, so he doesn’t. Eventually the sound of an argument becomes white noise and he falls asleep on the couch - tiredly. It’s the sound of a door slamming that wakes him up again, and even in his memory - the warmth of his mothers hand brushes his forehead. He wakes up to her over top of him, brushing hairs from his eyes. 

At 10 - he knows the sight of his mothers crying eyes better than he knows long division. Short and unruly hairs like his, fallen in her face. Her smile is warm - slender fingers that brush his cheek and press against his forehead. Even in memory, her love is tender. 

“Tetsuro, wake up - it’s time for dinner,” 

By now he knows the drill. He doesn’t ask where dad is, or why Nee-san is away at his aunties place. Doesn’t ask why his mother has bloodshot eyes or why there’s only two sets of cutlery at the table. He wakes up and wraps his arms around his arms around his mothers shoulders, buries his face into her neck and yawns tiredly. Asks whats for dinner. 

Her embrace is too tight for a casual evening, but Kuroo doesn’t ask questions. At least - not the ones he wants to ask. Instead he asks for help on his homework and to let him help her bake and asks if he can go play with Kenma tomorrow. 

Kuroo Tetsuro does not believe in the instituion of marriage. He also doesn’t believe in love. 

But he believes in the supernatural - in poltergeists and spirits and souls and aliens. He believes most government conspiracies and half-way in the Mandela Effect. He claims most of this is irony but he regularly gets a tarot reading - so it’s hard to believe that’s true either. 

His parents got divorced when he was 11. His mother was never the same and he doesn’t know when the last time he saw his father - Kuroo met him one time after the divorce to meet his new wife. She wasn’t bad or good - just was, but Kuroo couldn’t swallow the uneasiness in meeting her. He had a mother already, didn’t care for a new one. Especially one who looked so much like his mom.

Like he said, meeting her made him uneasy. 

His parents got married young. His mother came from a small town in the countryside of Japan but his father was a working man - taken with her beauty. She was only 20 when she got married, had his sister at 21 and him at 26. Kuroo remembers a time where they were in love - when there were family trips and regular outings and when dad came home every night to kiss both him and his sister good night. 

He has memories of catching them dancing in the kitchen. How his father would hold the small of her back, kept a picture of her and them in his wallet. They were happy once - and then they weren’t, and like grown-ups do - they simply fell out of love. So he thought, anyway. They fought and argued but neither of them could bear the idea of staying. 

Yet, he saw it in his fathers eye when he was fifteen - the striking softness in his expression. Wrinkled, tired, and exhausted - he saw the love was still there when he mentioned his mother was well. He saw when he asked if his mom was still taking care of the tomato beds, if they got a cat since he left (they did). Kuroo was uneasy. 

Uneasy that they still must’ve loved each other when they let go. Uneasy at the idea that sometimes love is not enough. Uneasy at the idea that marriage - the promise of forever, is what made his father so cowardly to begin with.

Unintentionally or not - Kuroo swore himself off of marriage for the rest of his mortal life. He was interested in dating as any person would be. Was in 3 comitted relationships, always lasting up to two years but never more. After two years - even as young adults, the subject of commitment comes up.

Kuroo was insistent on the fact that he would never marry anyone. He just wasn’t interested he’d say. Why do we need a piece of paper to validate our love for each other? Isn’t it enough to just be together? Are you that shallow you need a ring? 

Two years seemed to be the cursed number. Two years and then the big question  or conversation, then another break-up. 

He meets you when he’s 24 years old - you are in intern for the floor below him, but you seem to take your breaks at the same time. Eventually - you go out to eat together enough times that you look forward to it. And Kuroo learns your order at the little café you go to - starts paying for it without any prompting. 

Falling in love with you was nothing like how he fell in love with other people. No one in his life could ever compare to it - because it wasn’t love like how he was used to experiencing it. There was.. no spark almost at all. 

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^^^stunning

― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

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mood

i’m such a people pleaser

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REBLOG IF YOU ARE HELLA BORED AND WOULDN’T MIND SOME CURIOUS ANONS.

PLEASE GIVE ME CURIOUS ANONS IM BEGGING YOU

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and now i watch you dance with him like u danced with me. and i watch you smile bright like the stars, teeth as white as the cherubs wings in heaven. i still tell u everyday “I love you, I love you, I love you.” though u can’t hear me. i still tell you like im there. I wish our forever was longer. I wish we had our fairytale, but i hope you’re just as happy spending it with him as you would spend it with me.

-The Ghost of your Past

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this >>>>>>>>

when i tell you about love i don’t necessarily mean forehead kisses and intertwined hands. love isn’t always tangled bodies and a billion sacrifices, because love doesn’t always have to be the prize beyond the trials. love is the beginning and the end and what’s there in the midst of the journey. so love is just “i love you.” as the words. spoken, read in between the lines, understood through silence in lieu of screams, signed, written, felt through touch or presence.

love is i love you. something i say to the skies and to every rose i’ve come across since 2013. something i slip in between the lines of these words—my messages for you; my whole heart, naked on a screen, the very crumbs of it yours to pocket and soothe what may be aching.

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PRT TWO TO MY LAST POST WHAT IS HE A WATTPAD WRITER THE SHIT HES SAYIN RN ILL KEEP U UPDATED