Sade Olutola
art blog(derogatory)
izzy's playlists!
Today's Document
AnasAbdin
$LAYYYTER
Cosmic Funnies
#extradirty
Andulka
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Product Placement
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
shark vs the universe
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Love Begins
taylor price
No title available
i don't do bad sauce passes
roma★
blake kathryn
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from Hungary
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from India
seen from Malaysia
seen from Poland
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Sweden
seen from Brazil
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
@benikey
KICK THE CAN!
Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.
To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.
the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now
I gave Mary-Anne insomnia :D
I LOVE THEM I LOVE IT I LOVE REBLOGING THIS AT 12AM IN THE MORNING
Teg (again)
Clearly I have a favourite son
God my wrist hurts
The Teg(an)
turns out red sketches & blue lines look pretty cool so uh. art dump ig :D
(@ombiblombi @aspiriphim @truthdawn )
turns out i draw a lot. I just never post the artworks :\
anyhoo woaw my ocs and my mutuals' ocs!!
oh wow man uhhh look over there!!!! its wheat!!!! *runs away with the art even though they arent my ocs*
I leik drawing my ocs
They are on a girls trip
<):D
do you guys like his hat
I keep going back to frame by frame animation, it's a toxic relationship ദ്ദി(*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)
No notes this is cute as hell
Say hi to Sam
(Guys how to I use tumblr)
Grain🌾🌾🌾🌾🌾
GUYS GUYS GUYS
I’ll drop this here
Day 1 of drawing funny tumblr convos :3c
( @spiderinthevent)
full screenshot under cut
🌸 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.
64.media.tumblr.com
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:
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
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
I SAW WHAT YOU DID AND IM COMING TO BITE YOU /pos
>:)
