Sorry I growled at the sight of art of a fictional man . I want to bbite him and rip him to shredds . It will happen again
that's the point
My name is Yasmin, a 28-year-old mother of three—Elin, Nasr, and Jameel.
I’m from Gaza, where every day is a struggle between hope and survival. Life was never easy, but we held on to the dream of building a safe and secure future for our children. After years of living in rented homes, we finally completed building our own house, a place we could call home.
But then, tragedy struck.
In the early days of the war, our home was bombed, leaving us with nothing—not even a single wall to return to. At the same time, I am battling cancer, and I had to leave with my children and family to the south of Gaza to continue my treatment. My husband, Mohammad, stayed behind in the north to care for his brother, whose leg was amputated and who needed his help.
For a month, Mohammad cared for his brother, but one day he went out to find food. That was the last time I heard from him. I’ve lost all communication since, and I don’t know if he has been captured or, God forbid, killed. The uncertainty is unbearable, and my children keep asking for their father.
Now, I find myself alone, trying to provide for my three young children while also continuing my cancer treatment. I am in desperate need of help to travel for further treatment and to support my children, who have already lost so much.
I am humbly asking for $5000 for myself and $2500 for each of my children, Elin, Nasr, and Jameel, so we can continue our fight for survival and rebuild our shattered lives.
Your support will give us a chance at life, hope, and a future. Please help us during this time of unimaginable hardship.
if you have socks on while gay, it removes the gay. the gay is gone. so, socks are a negative gay variable. however, if you have socks on while straight, it doesn't increase the straightness, or even square it like one might think. I hypothesize straight is not negative gay, but something else entirely. in this essay I will
Smth abt zhongven man…..uuuurrggh
Gods who’ve lived through thick and thin together, only growing closer as each of the other Seven passes away. The table once full of familiar faces replaced with new ones.
Venti laying his head on Zhongli’s lap, strumming an old song from a bygone era, in old Inazuman or Fontainian dialect, only for a small tear tear to plop down on his cheek from above as Zhongli remembers the archons who have passed.
He holds Venti tighter, sighing, and Venti just continues to sing.
Once upon a time they couldn’t stand each other’s guts. And yet they slowly began to realize how precious each other’s company was, how they were wasting time and breath keeping up these pretenses of repulsion.
No one else in the world would remember the songs Venti sang, besides Zhongli.
No one would remember the tales of Archons past, besides Venti.
Perhaps they can forge a new future, together, and not completely let go of the past.
ever since i learned about ghost buildings i haven't been able to stop thinking about them
she/they • • • • • you can call me nyoom, mymph, or anything that comes to mind • • • • • don't mind me! I'm just looking at art, animals, and funny things. I don't talk to people much but that's just the anxiety. I love conversation if you wanna chat! • • • • • (don't mind these dots, I haven't figured out how to space yet, lol)
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