UNHCR Special Envoy Angelina Jolie visits Iraq, calls for international leadership to end suffering caused by regional conflicts.

Sunday 25 January Dohuk, Iraq – UNHCR Special Envoy Angelina Jolie is in Dohuk, Iraq, today visiting Syrian refugees and displaced Iraqi citizens in the Kurdistan Region of Iraq to offer support to 3.3 million displaced people in the country and highlight their dire needs.

Since Ms Jolie’s last visit to Iraq in September 2012, the scale and gravity of the humanitarian situation have increased dramatically, as the conflicts in Syria and Iraq intensify and become intertwined.

"It is shocking to see how the humanitarian situation in Iraq has deteriorated since my last visit. On top of large numbers of Syrian refugees, two million Iraqis were displaced by violence in 2014 alone. Many of these innocent people have been uprooted multiple times as they seek safety amidst shifting frontlines."

I dreamt I went to a cross between New York and London to take photos of nice buildings and the photos were amazing and now I’m sad I don’t have those photos to post!!! But here’s one I took on my last visit to London yay!

My Bookshelf

First of all, I would like to thank this lovely woman who gave me free ebooks that filled my bookshelf. Carla, a cheerful and a good friend of mine. And also, a nice blogger. Follow her on courageouscarla and learn from her inspiring views in life. *hi, Carla!!*

Okay, so I am just full of bliss right now. I have an ebook reader before, it is called Kobo but I find it hard to download free books there so I deleted it. Though I used to read books on computer before, I still preferred a real book. But those are much expensive. So since I haven’t earning my own savings yet, I will read ebooks. Waa, I am so excited!

I have to update my goodreads account now, it’s been a while since I last visited that site. :) Oh, books are really one of my source of happiness. ♥

team-dark-aura asked:

((Let's do this!!! >:D)) Chael stood at the door to Dawn's home, holding his paw close to the entrance, slightly hesitating to knock on it, ultimately doing so in an unusually calm manner. He remained quiet as his ears fell back, wondering if she was still down like last time he visited.

"Arceus, not another one… Seriously, go away! I’m not in the mood to talk!" Suprisingly the vixen’s tone did not sound as drowned as it was before, although it held a noticeable bit of anger in it.

Reading the Bones: I

Blythe Atwood had seen no fawns or their herds since last she visited the witch of the Black Oak, but neither was she ready for inaction in the face of one such creature’s peril. Thinking of something so small and new of life removed from it squeezed around her heart, and she could almost hear Anne scoffing at her softness. 

If there was a place for tenderness, it was not Blackmarsh, and least of all the Grasp.

When she looked upon what wildlife a wanderer as she might encounter in the woods, she would have smiled, perhaps watched it toe through the trees - now all she could picture was their skeletons. It was not with malicious wanting that her stare lingered over the curvature of spines, arching necks, but a catalog of anatomy. It was too clinical. 

Her fingers curled, and she thought they might fit the contours of a crow’s rib. 

The way back to her quarters in Stranglehold ended with empty hands, and most of her was glad for it. Blythe understood what she had been told, but lacked the experienced Anne did. It would be difficult to put into practice, to watch and wait when the opening of her arms and nurturing pains was her impulse. 

Was it not she who had reassured the penitent Valaen when a flower withered in her palm? Life and death go hand in hand; there can’t be one without the other. Words from her own mouth, when it was another in need of an explanation, so why then did she resist applying it to herself? As life and death indeed spun on the same coin, so too did flora and fauna. A lily did not eat or drink as a fawn did, but it needed and gave energy all the same. She did not weep for wilted flowers given back to the earth.

Sitting herself at her vanity table, Blythe upended the bones from the pouch which held them. They clattered across the surface, hollow and dry. She stayed her hands, watched how they lay, and began to read. 


This is a sappy post about the love of my life, Blou. She’s the first dog I’ve ever had and she truly has my heart. She turns 3 soon and it feel like yesterday that my mom brought her home and me and my sister cried because she was so stinkin cute. Last time I visited home (I only come up like once a month) she started whimpering and crying and I just about died. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you pup ❤️


Maybe it’s after a big fight. Maybe it’s after an unpleasant visit to another universe— where they met a less lucky version of themselves. Maybe they were fighting before, but it doesn’t matter now

What matters now is that they’re both here, alive and breathing

And when your lips met mine, I knew that I could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would ever compare to that single moment when I first kissed the person of my dreams and knew that my love would last forever.

Outlander Hiatus, Week 3: Supporting Ladies

A tribute to the lady characters of Outlander, and the nuanced performances by the women who portray them.

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Hello, Stonehenge!

Hit play to see a very excited adipose at a very old circle of rocks! (You also may want to turn down your volume.) 


"Yes." (x)