and with your help it can rack up 700k notes on tumblr in 2024
no tumblr this doesnt need tags im releasing it into the wild as god intended
Fun fact!!
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Fuck this site
LOOK AT HIM
LOOK AT THE LITTLE GUY
HE'S THE MOST PERFECT GUY IVE EVER SEEN
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Inktober (one piece ver) Day : Binoculars
I'm pretty sure his google things zoom into things, so I count them as binoculars
When I was little, my dad hired a Cambodian refugee called Jack to help him drywall a dining room ceiling. Jack spoke very little English; he'd recently gotten a part time job in a little Asian deli not far from our home and needed to pick up some extra work. He was very kind to six year old me and my exhausted mom; he brought us day old leftovers from the deli counter often, and liked to tuck the knuckle of his index finger into the dimple in my cheek whenever I smiled at him.
He soaked up construction skills and other information like a sponge, and by the time he left my dad's tiny construction company he'd gotten his GED, learned to drive, reunited with his sister and her family, and had begun remodeling a vacant business on the rich side of town into a Cambodian restaurant. He invited us to their grand opening on lunar new year, and I'll never forget when he gave me a red envelope with five dollars in it and told me, "tonight I am the luckiest man in the world, so this will bring you luck, too."
Years later, my dad told me that Jack had witnessed his parents' murder during the khmer rouge, and was immediately separated from his sister. He had to cross the killing fields at Choeung Ek alone, on foot, eating grass and insects to survive. He somehow made it to Cam Ranh on the coast of Vietnam, where a distant friend of his father's put him on a boat to Seattle. Jack was nine years old.
I tell this story because, even though I haven't seen Jack or any of his relatives in thirty years, I pray he's well and happy and eating like a king tonight with everyone he loves, celebrating the long overdue demise of the pestilential sonofabitch who tried to wipe them out.
Fuck Henry Kissinger's pathetic ghost, and fuck all those who praise him. Fuck Imperialism. Fuck the genocidal war machine. Drink deep for the freedom of all souls tonight, my friends. And tomorrow, keep fighting.
the urge to suplex a random person is strong....
and i'm not sure how much longer I can hold it back
My name is Nuha Riyad Murad, and I am married. I am a mother of two boys and a little girl. Abdulrahman is 15 years old, Amr is 13 years old, and Jana is 7 years old.
We lived in Gaza and worked and studied hard to provide a decent life for ourselves and our young children.
However, during this journey, we experienced difficult wars starting from the Second Intifada in 2000, followed by four severe wars in 2008, 2012, 2014, and 2021.
But we overcame these wars with our determination to continue living with love and hope. We are a family that loves life, joy, and seeks happiness.
Then came this destructive war on Gaza, which has been ongoing for over six months, leaving us with nothing but destruction, loss, and pain.
The city of Gaza was bombed, including buildings, schools, hospitals, and shops, even the infrastructure.
We faced many hardships during this war, starting from the destruction of our house.
And car, which cost us over $15,000, and the destruction of my husband's workplace, as well as the bombing of my children's schools.
In Gaza, since the beginning of the war, there has been no stable or regular electricity, clean drinking water, reliable internet, or sufficient medical treatment, or the bare minimum of nutrition and food.
Of course, schools have been closed since the first day of the war.
Therefore, my small family and I have decided to leave Gaza in search of a better future for us and our young children.
We will start a new journey to build a good life in another country.
In order for us to leave Gaza through the only border crossing (Rafah), we will need $5,000 per person, approximately $20,000 for the family. We also need another amount to start our own business to provide the essentials of life for ourselves and our young children, approximately $40,000.
Therefore, any support from you will contribute to rebuilding a good life for my family.
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glad this guy is getting absolutely owned in the replies of this sexist and completely ahistorical tweet
Foreshortening my beloved \( ̄︶ ̄*\))
Day 7? What am I fighting for? Zero
I haven’t used copics in years it seems so this was fun!
This blog has no consistent purpose, but if you wanna hang out, I got soup in the back. He/They, Bi, and fueled by caffiene, spite, and an endlessly shifting catalogue of fandoms. Blog is queer friendly. TERFs, Trump-supporters, and bigots of all kinds DNI. Free Palestine.
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