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Dear Supporter,
I hope this message finds you and your family in good health and well being. My name is Dr.Eman Zaqout from Gaza. I am reaching you out to seek your urgent help in spreading the word about our fundraiser. I lost both my home and my job due to the ongoing genocide in Gaza and we are facing catastrophic living conditions. 💔
I kindly ask you to visit my campaign. Your support, whether through donating or sharing, will help us reach more people who can make a difference. Thank you for your continued support for the Palestinian cause. Your dedication brings us closer to freedom. 🙏🕊
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I hope you and your loved ones are well. I am not well. I am living through war in difficult conditions after losing part of my family and my home as well. I gave birth to my baby girl in these conditions by caesarean section without any care. My children need your support and donations. I hope you can do that. Recently, my baby girl suffered from a serious illness and skin rash due to pollution, contaminated food and contaminated water. Health is deteriorating. Today they told us that we have to evacuate and that our area is a danger zone. Where will we go? We do not know. We are directly targeted. There are no necessities. Everything is obtained with difficulty. Water, medicine, food. Here they are killing us.🙏🏻❤️😢😢
https://gofund.me/4f077ab2
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Somebody needs to explain to me what moodboards are bruh
Like, I think they're just cute pics slapped together lovingly but then again I looked them up and they don't sound like that and when I ask no one answers me T.T
Sanji and Baby five should have met. They lock eyes and it's over, everything's over. Sai got lucky because Sanji and Baby 5 would have matched each other's freak on an insane level. They'd have married each other on the spot. 10/10 no notes, instantaneous shotgun wedding. It's halfway into dressrosa, everyone is bumming along and then Sanji sees Baby 5 and now everybody is suddenly working together to get these two married in the eyes of the law. Weren't they fighting a moment ago? Not anymore. They all got hit by Sanji and Baby 5's insane bitch beam. It's wedding time. Doflamingo is giving away the bride, Luffy is the ringbearer, Giolla is putting up decorations, Nami is working out a pre-nup with Trebol. Fujitora's blind old ass is officiating. The tontatta's get to make the dress a la the mice in disney's cinderella (the animated film) Zoro is working the open bar. Law is doing whatever the fuck and Sabo is just along for the ride and Sanji and Baby 5 are married before sundown. I sound insane but that's literally what would happen.
mandatory ( take with a grain of salt, she's prone to dramatics. it was an invite from an irritatingly perky girl she's already forgotten the name of ) trips to the rabbithole may be part of pandora's personal hell. she's only ever here for slam poetry nights, which are considerably more quiet than … whatever is going on. now she's stuck with two losers and a shitty vodka cran. she's got a stupid note on her head, again presented to her by that annoyingly kind girl ( marjorie? miley? maggie? ), and her eyes fly to the similar one on patti's. a little tug at the corner of her lips as she inspects them, “ … no. but it's up for debate, often. ” a pause before she points to her own, “ do i look like a tory? ”
After a day submerged in the bloody hue of the dark room developing films, Patti had decided to switch things up for the evening; the neon red of The Rabbithole, instead, little pinprick strobes that scuttled the tops of her knuckles like ladybugs. For reasons unknown, they were also wearing red contacts as if mid demonic possession. They'd slot into a booth with Pandora and two random transfers that they'd never met. Upon each of their foreheads was a hastily licked rolling paper, all bearing a different name. When the strangers they'd collected to play with for the evening had gotten up to buy Patti and Pandora another round, Patti leaned across the table and perched their chin on their fist, squinted in concentration. She'd written 'Jason Statham' on Bambi's paper. Her own was still a mystery. "Do I have a limp wrist?" @mindfulls
Following his son into the shop, he took a look around, letting Tali free roam for a bit. Crossing his arms under his chest Lainn started over toward an interesting side not sure what he would find anything of worth in the whole place.
Now that Lainn was getting a better look as he closed in on the items that had caught his interest, he was certain there was nothing of worth. Reaching out for one random item, he paused when a voice interrupted him. Glancing over at the stranger when they brought up fighting for a pair of pants. He glanced away, considering for a moment, how that would go.
Sizing them up, he grabbed the pants and ripped them away from the other's grasp, holding them up to look at them more properly, “Too slow.” As the other started to explain themself to him, he narrowed his eyes on them, tilting his head, “Okay?” Great, a pacifist who couldn't decide to be one or not. Just what Lainn figured he always needed in his life.
Lainn bites on his lips, before making a small popping noise and leaning in a little bit toward the other, “I'm also a pacifist. But sometimes, some people need punched right in the jaw. The human shut off button.” Pulling away a little, he holds the pants out for the other to try to grab if they'd wanted to, before pulling it out of reach again, “Okay. Maybe. I'm not a pacifist. I'm actually an escalator of conflict. Since we are exposing.” He turned away leafing through more of these drab clothes, muttering under his breath, “I don't think you are a pacifist, either.” Probably because he suspected that most of the town was in a violent cult.
where: second chance thrift to: open
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being stuck in this town shaped prison put a limit on the amount of hobbies mason could half-heartedly start and stop when he got bored. but where there's a will there's a way, and he was in desperate need of some kind of distraction. ever since the storm there was a certain unease that had seeped into his skin, even more prevalent than it had been before. it was growing increasingly harder to sit still.
so he decided to go thrift shopping. there was a feeling of normalcy that came with sifting through racks of second hand clothing, even if the options were considerably slimmer than he was used to.
there was already a vague idea bouncing around in his head of how he'd DIY whatever he could salvage into something he wasn't embarrassed to be seen wearing in public. but the hunt was proving harder than he'd thought. cold and slightly shaky hands came up to rest on a hanger, his gaze raked over the item when he noticed the other person in his peripheral vision. " i'm willing to fight over these pants, " he was joking, mostly. " i'm usually a pacifist but desperate times and what not. "
hi guys i've decided to revisit tumblr and make a post again because social anxiety is stupid and the internet is mean but it's not worth avoiding people just because ur scared of getting judged for literally anything. you can't live your life hiding yourself because of constant fear of judgement and i know it all too well. i know tumblr is one of the only social media sites anyone can be themselves on anymore so i have retreated back to tumblr. so hi hello how has the hellsite been
person with 6 comorbid mental disorders: I'd be the strongest person on the planet if not for these 5 comorbid mental disorders
Art summary 2024 ♡
I'm actually proud of myself this year! Made some progress, some friends, and had fun experimenting with stuff :)
(2023 under the cut)
Can you believe this was the same person.... crazy
