Ferlain

Kyiv these days feels so live, so vibrant, so mesmerising yet so heavy and mournful
Words can’t even tell, neither can I

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Sure! SOS Children’s Villages

sos-ukraine.org

Would be one of the most reputable picks. They’ve helps thousands of kids and their families since their establishment and that was even long before the wartime

It seems that the US needs to suffer the consequences of their actions or inactions to see the difference and to appreciate everything they, as a society, were taking for granted

I feel so bad writing this but you brought it onto yourselves whilst we are your collateral damage

tend not to let anger overtake my stoic demeanour, but alas

Times like these… anger is also love, just reversed, in another wrapping

It’s midnight in Kyiv and air raid alerts are screaming everywhere. It’s night so it’s nothing unusual. But I’m so profoundly angry at petty people oceans away as their greedy dumb and obnoxious decision-making costs lives here… human lives, real irreplaceable souls.. that’s new

The easiest way to capture an impregnable fortress, surrounded by a bottomless ditch, is to covertly open the gates from within while the guards are rotating, when even one betrays

When the city takes safety for granted, the fortress might turn into a sandcastle

I’ll leave you at that

Urban Warfare Project Case Study #12: Battle of Kyiv - Modern War Institute Liam Collins and John Spencer | 02.21.25 Authors’ note: Some details included in this case study were learned during interviews with Ukrainian soldiers and others directly involved in the Battle of Ky...

In spring 2022,the Russians were closer to Kyiv than running from Williamsburg Bridge to Central Park and back.Just process it.12-16 miles separated Ukraine&Europe from the totality of the Russian abyss
We were outnumbered and outgunned.Spring 2025:we’re still here
mwi.westpoint.edu/urban-warfar...

What an indescribably touching&heartwarming emotional downpour of gratitude mixed with sadness&pride seeing ppl all over the world showing their support for Ukraine and our President who embodies my nation in these unclear, turbulent times
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart

Dignity doesn’t have a price tag
Nor does freedom
Nor does justice
Courage
Sacrifice
Those things are priceless
No one should try to cash them in
They’ll only prove their own boundless ignorance

Давай мені Томаса Мана і Книгу Дивностей (підпишииии, будь ласка, мій примірник у бібліотеку міста випросили (:)

Якщо чимось можу допомогти ще - дайся знати

“How to ruin your country’s long standing reputation potentially implicating everything and everyone in a matter of days”,
nonfiction thriller by Donald Trump & his admirers/minions

I wonder if the Founding Fathers knew that they had built this ship to wreck?

This whole situation is so morally wrong on so many levels

And it will get worse

It will get so much worse until it gets somewhat better

The question if we survive to see that “somewhat vague better” remains

I don’t know how the rest of the world, the Americans specifically, will be ethically ok with living for the rest of their lives knowing that not only they didn’t manage to help Ukraine invaded by Russia survive but also EXPLOITED us in the hour of need…for generations to come…

Нам своє робить
Все ще буде
В іншому житті

Я дуже скучила за відчуттям «життя, що належить мені». За днями, в яких надихаєшся навколишнім світом і людьми, за митями, які відтворюєш у картинах, текстах чи снах, за моментами, які хапаєш у фотокартках, за горами, безкрайнім морем і зорями,-так, ніби ти живеш, а не виживаєш

Why does the last decade feel like we’re going back in time and only thing that advances is the technology but it’s not making anyone smarter or wiser, on the contrary it’s vice versa?

Lunatics are so stuck with the imagine of their own version of the past that they are going to sacrifice the present and the future of millions around the world just to revive the fleeting past straight from ashes…only if for a moment….
This reality is beyond mind boggling

At times we’ve debated whether it’s been hard to preserve sanity and humanity on the battlefield

Under current circumstances I feel we’re one of the most sane on the global map

Does it make me socked? Absolutely

But I find this way of thinking purely factual and logical

At times like these I’d like to recite Viktor Frankl:
“The first to break were those who believed that everything would end soon. Next- those who didn’t believe that it would ever end. Those who survived focused on their actions, without expecting what might or might not happen”

I will never be able to comprehend that the matter of Ukraine’s or, frankly, anyone’s survival / existence is being treated like a business deal with no right to say no. Like a challenge, a game, gamble, a sickening intimidation. On top of everything we’ve been going through…

I can’t get rid of the feeling like I’m “collecting” everyone genuine and decent here back all over again like Pokémon

Bluesky they’ve chosen you

My lousy attempts to preserve the fragile fabrics of this tiny bubble of a Universe that is being washed away by torrential rains of endless russian shellings

🫂 все минає, і це мине

В іншому житті

Відпочину в іншому житті

Відісплюся в іншому житті

Буду радісна і говірка

Врятую всіх

Встигну все

В іншому житті….

When life feels unjust and so profoundly unfair that it seems like you can’t change anything about that, remember to remain being fair yourself, true to yourself as that will already be making a difference
Kindness is contagious
So is fairness

Вивчаєш артерії цього міста його коліями
Мостами і звивистими серпантинами доріг, що ведуть у хмари з пару і попелу
Такого густого й звивистого, немов звідти вигулькне пегас чи колісниця, тікаючи за обрій, лишаючи по собі відбитки заліза й бетону, які вдихає із хмарами
І ще ніби не задихаєшся

The undeniable truth is that you keep on missing your people though they’ll forever remain being an irreplaceable part of you

🙃

В такі дні я б воліла, аби хтось вирвав з моїх грудей серце

Те, що від нього лишилося

Цілі всесвіти недосказаності поміж нами, поза нами, попереду й позаду, і в нас самих
Без автономного опалювання
Із вічним вогнем окопних свічок своїх