|Brianna. 20. Michigan. I find this amusing.
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I read that Israel ‘urges’ north Gaza residents to leave their homes. Curiously I Google how many live in northern Gaza. Over 200,000.
I walk into the kitchen. The smell of explosives, of death, penetrates my entire flat. Warplanes fly overhead. I anticipate more blasts.
I lie in bed. The buzzing intensifies. I hear ambulance sirens. I get up. The sirens grow louder, and so does Leila’s -my wife- breathing.
I sleep for a short while. Two hour pass before a series of successive blasts hit my area. Glass shatters. I wake up scared. My wife screams.
I’ve lost my words. Bombs rein down on my area. Behind the dining table, Leila and I sit close to each other. Death is what we are tweeting."
Okay, I get to keep my cat. Huge sigh of relief.
So last night Chris had a dream that we took the dogs to the vet and the vet was like “hey, do you want this sloth?” and we were like “sure!” so we...
I just watched a kid break down in the bookstore because his books for the semester...
got a job interview with a national newspaper’s local news department
small steps but im getting there..