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my little cousin confidently declared that mother nature had a counterpart named daddy electric and i feel like this concept needs to be explored
Random PNGs, part 215
(1. Victorian salt cauldron by Francis Higgins (1886), 2. Chalice by Beatrice Wood (1980s), 3. Sculpture of performer (1900), 4. Metal brooch by Marci Zelmanoff (?), 5. Vintage Mexico-themed sterling silver bracelet, 6. Windowpane oyster shell (?), 7. Antique french mouse & cat button, 8. Victorian memory jug, 9. Art Nouveau bird inkwell)
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I am updating on the situation with the charity i've been promoting, Ever Mile.
The charity is currently struggling to meet its demands--meanwhile, attacks on Gaza are relentless. I have seen people on here manage to raise impressive amounts such as 100k, and this GFM needs only 25k. Every small amount donated counts.
I really hope my followers can help achieve this goal. The next 1k was reached so far today!
Your support will help eyad and his charitable organizations feed the hungry in Gaza.
You can donate here:
@hotvampireadjacent @leviathan-supersystem @yekkes @ovur @prisonhannibal @allpinsandneedles @sexhaver @determinate-negation @frottinq @halorvic @zoology @zvaigzdelasas @xenosagaepisodeone @tamamita @omegaversereloaded
That one tiktok trend but with Thaluke😔 I feel like they don’t get enough attention
A school project: book cover redesign for Heroes of the Olympians.
Basically is just me trying to make fanarts for pjo during classes
what i've been up to the past 20 minutes
Limestone and bitumen lion toy on wheels, Elamite, 1500-1100 BC
from The Louvre
you are no longer rivals slash r - submitted by nookisms
#ffaa00 #e1ebea #035bde #240170 #4a025e #e00202
Preparation for the performance of the «Bakhor» State Dance Ensemble named after Mukarram Turgunbaeva
by Bobur Alimkhodjaev (source)
me at twelve years old reading about sammy valdez still obsessed with his middle school girlfriend hazel on his deathbed and making it his newborn grandson’s problem
🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
if the heavens ever did speak she’s the last true mouthpiece every sunday’s getting more bleak a fresh poison each week
unrealitycw have a Super Gay version of take me to church
