As a short-tempered person, the World Cup is a danger to both my blood pressure and everyone around me. Especially when I have to physically shut myself up from explaining FIFA's corruption to fans who refuse to see it.
How does a lonely penguin or rejected monkey break the internet, while a starving baby in Gaza barely gets noticed? No child deserves to starve or be killed.
I’ll forever cherish those childhood evenings when the power would go out and the whole family would gather in the lawn, sipping tea, gossiping, and sharing jin stories. no phones, just everyone being present. best times fr.