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My little brothers have not comprehended what is happening to them from this humanitarian disaster and we have never lived this life before. We are living the worst tragic moments and hell has not stopped yet.

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remember to always play paranoia-inducing horror games right before bed so you can sleep scary

what’s your opinion on nihilism

Baby's first atheistic philosophy. Built for edgy teens who had their first introspective thought a week ago. The problem is, people use the term nihilism to justify being lazy with their own beliefs - that's why u get a lotta dummies claiming they're nihilist, despite doing zero research on what it actually means to practice that philosophy (which is a lot more neutral on things than pessimistic)

Just because you gave up believing in a religion doesn't mean that you should simply stop growing either. The "I don't believe in God"-part of your worldview is the least interesting part, and it's not the finish line, that's the fucking start. Now you gotta figure out WHY things matter -- despite God, despite 'floating on a rock in the middle of nothingness' -- that's when you've put in enough effort to reflect on yourself, and not a moment before.

I think there are far more constructive philosophies out there that explore how life really operates besides nihilism. Just because we're 'floating on a speck' doesn't means shit, it's not like you nor I in our day-to-day lives can even recognize that we're floating on a speck, so it naturally doesn't matter to our daily lives, our cultures, our ethics, or anything, really.

not to sound like a complete psycho but I really need to get this out of my system: I genuinely wish the average american conservative who laughs at things such as "deportation ASMR" would experience even a fraction of the pain the people they hate do on a regular basis, because you know damn well they'd lose their minds. they cry discrimination at the mere PRESENCE of women and minorities; they shoot up schools when they hear the word "no" for the first time. pathetic, spineless individuals who have convinced themselves they're the brave ones somehow, and convinced everyone coddling them is the solution to their violence when it's the reason they act this way.

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Hello my friends

I am Nour, I live in Gaza, I am 19 years old, I graduated from high school in the science section with a GPA of 91.3, and here my dreams began to come true, as obtaining this GPA made me join the engineering department at Al-Azhar University, and I have been waiting for this dream for a long time.

While I started in the first year and the first days of university study...

This damned war broke out, it stole my dream, ambition, future, and home, and not only that, it forced me to be displaced repeatedly and to abandon my warm home and take refuge in a tent in the bitter cold against my will. After a period of time, I saw my destroyed home, of which nothing remained but rubble and stones.

After storming my university and destroying some of its buildings, it became a shelter for displaced people.

Believe it or not, when I was 19, some gray hair appeared on my head due to my intense fear of the sounds of bombs, missiles, and bullets, while I was in a tent made of cloth ⛺️💔

I still live in a tent until now, and in the midst of the intense heat, epidemics, insects, and unclean water, I still live. 🇵🇸

This is my story. I hope you will help me save my future and travel abroad so that I can complete my education and rebuild my home 🙏🏼🍉

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i will rip out your throat with my fucking teeth if you don't stop sending me E-MAILS

Please help me rebulid my Bakery

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I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖

On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.

But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.

Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.

The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.

But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.

As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.

The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.

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ever since thanksgiving i've been completely and helplessly out of drugs and i'm pretty sure it's the worst thing to ever happen to anyone ever

The compassion leaving people's bodies as soon as someone's mental illness gives them violent tendencies