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letter to the US House for James Michael Johnson
During the last week of June (from 24 to 30), fascist russia used more than 800 KaB-500 against Ukraine. KAB is an adjustable aerial bomb with a caliber of 500 kilograms of TNT
The russian army launched a targeted attack on the office of the Swiss🇨🇭 charitable foundation FSD in Kharkov🇺🇦. This fund is engaged in demining areas.
Another deliberate blow to civilians, and also to an international humanitarian organization.
Russian fascists again shelled the Ukrainian city of Kharkiv 🇺🇦
Burning Ukrainian books isn't enough for russians, they are bombing printing houses.
This is Factor Druk, one of the largest full-cycle printing houses both in Ukraine and in Europe (located in Kharkiv region), where a lot of Ukrainian publishing houses print their books. And today russia bombed it. There are injured and killed.
After reading this horrible news, I went to my bookshelf, and the first comic I picked up was printed by Factor Druk. And you know what's fucking ironic?
It was one of Atla comics.
I have a collection of all Atla comics that are already published in Ukraine, and apparently they were printed by Factor Druk.
I'm sitting here completely devastated, holding these comics like the biggest treasure in the world.
Russia is a terrorist state
It's a strange thing, after all
Remember that scent of love? So warm, tender, and gentle. Remember those touches in the night? Your hands enveloping me in the darkness. How we were real? Without looking back. Together, like children in a game. In love despite the dawn. You read to me at night. Softly, whispering words like a secret. And I woke up early, Making your favorite coffee. You never let go, Always there, even in the darkness. Gently touching warm hands, And I remembered how you kissed. Quietly, softly, touching my forehead, Placing your hand on my shoulder. You whispered gently in my ear: “I love you.” Creating false boundaries, Fire burning in our eyes. We played the role of “friends,” But our feelings tore through limits. --- Your voice. Tender, affectionate. As a morning ringtone on the phone. Your scent is insanely familiar, Warm, sweet. It's mine. Your embraces wake me at dawn. Your touches give me warmth. Like an angel's wings in the dark. Warm, tender, familiar. In the whole world, only you and I. You're mine, I'm yours, our entire world. --- Remember how good we were together? When we were alone, in complete silence. When your voice was tender and real, And you were there, not forced to run away. Your number on speed dial, The only one who will answer the call. In this world, besides you, I'm not needed. To no one. To no one but you. You come - the clocks freeze, Everything stops instantly. Your whisper gets louder, Drowning out the sounds of pain around us. Gentle. Pure. Kind. Beloved. Your voice spreading all around. It changes near me, Softly and affectionately saying words. You changed for me. Remember? You promised to always be by my side. To kiss my body endlessly. So your warmth would never disappear. You were the prince of light, And I, a fallen star from the sky. We vanished into the night, Emerging again after dawn. --- Your voice. Tender, affectionate. As a morning ringtone on the phone. Your scent is insanely familiar, Warm, sweet. It's mine. Your embraces wake me at dawn. Your touches give me warmth. Like an angel's wings in the dark. Warm, tender, familiar. In the whole world, only you and I. You're mine, I'm yours, our entire world.
Життя в умовах війни: погляд з Харкова
Я не знаю, як це Скрізь страх і тривогу, Жити у підвалі або метро. Я не знаю, як це Виїжджати втечею, На потязі з написом "Евакуація". Я не знаю, як це Ставати біженцем, Та не мати куди повертатись. Але я знаю, як це Збирати життя у звичайний рюкзак, Через біль у серці й неспокій. Я знаю, як це Жити під вибухами, З єдиною мрією прокинутись Я знаю, як це Ховатися від літаків, Втрачаючи останні спалахи надії
Я знаю, як це Коли життя обривається Мов недописаний книжковий рассказ. Я знаю, як це Боятися навіть у безпеці, Де немає ворога і все позаду. Але ми з Харкова, Залізобетонного міста. Вистояли та далі будемо стояти.
Tangled Thoughts
Trouble. We've got a little trouble. I'm 19, and you…? I don't remember. That's just a fact. We're both lost. In this bewildering world we're in. Am I wanting love? What's wrong with me? You're a part of me, yet never to be mine. You emerge from the shadows, Like echoes of a distant past. I flee when all's well and good, Lost amidst my own emotions' flood. Someone will love you, but it's not me. All's awry — our kinship, life, and emotions' sea. I'm lost in the maze of my own mind, Searching for answers, I cannot find. About our past, our lives, about this light, It all seems surreal, almost paranormal tonight. You've always said, with comforting voice: “It's okay, no problem, make your choice. Just a little lost, that's alright, It's normal not to be okay tonight.” “Just be yourself, don't fret or fray. You're not losing your mind,” you'd say. And I heed your words, every line, They console me, every time. In one day, you were that my light One small thing in dark shining so bright Your voice always sounded like Something else inside my head. It helps to hear the news, though dire, Don’t concentrate on political discourse. You take my mind off all my problems. You won't let me get stuck in this trouble. “Just let it go, don't dwell or fret. Don't let your pain make you forget, There's no one here to hear your plight, Just let it go, into the night.” I'm not certain, maybe it's fine, To feel not okay, sometimes be blind. It's normal, to be out of my mind, Perhaps that's why, I'm happy to find.
Складності Темряви Чи були відчуття, коли нічого не хотілось?Коли розум розривався від тривог? Коли тіло ломилось від пригнічуючих думок? Чи були відчуття, що все закінчиться зараз? Як миттєвий спалах вогню, Що поглиблюється в абсолютну темряву. Ти пам'ятаєш ті миті? Що ніколи не буде сказано? Про ті миті наодинці без ніяких прильотів. Чи зможемо ми забути, як спільно ховались, Писали один одному в ночі, Мріючи про відповідь "Живий". Чи довго ми будемо далеко один від одного, В цьому світі, наповненому темрявою, Без світла та надії на спокій?
Страж за моей спиной Я люблю смотреть на небо, И думать, что там есть он. И каждый раз не важно кто, Ангел, демон или человек. Он не будет яростен и зол, Узнав о всех оплошностях моих. Несмотря на боль и страх, Он рядом в каждый час. Стоять стеной — то принцип, Чтобы защитить и оградить меня. В книгах не найти ответов, На вопрос — Какой он есть. Нет ни мира, ни религии, Где сказали бы — Кто он есть. В моей голове он — Некто. Кто держит и не отпустит. И среди звезд вспыхнет свет, Его зов объявит — Он с тобой.
Харків. Дитина ховається у ванні від російських ракет, поки мати чекає на лікарів через те, що її обличчя та ноги порізало вбитим склом
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Kharkiv. Child hides in bathtub from russian missiles as mother waits for doctors after her face and legs were cut by broken glass
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