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americans will say is this constitutional like any one cares what their founding human traffickers have to say
Please increase your contribution to The Sameer Project.
We are a donations based aid initiative for Gaza led by Palestinians,
The only things I’m memorializing today are a couple beers
1 like = 1 dead US soldier 1 reblog = we fuck his wife
I just want you all to know i am planning to drive across the country to steal this street sign and hang it over my toilet
Dont announced your crimes over unsecured channels dumbass
I've spent the past month cooped up in a motel in Orange County planning my theft, before I steal the sign I will set off a cache of fireworks I've placed 5 blocks away from the nearest police station which will rain down on the pigs, the perfect diversion.
'Borrowing the Tiger's Majesty' by Yuzu Kato
everyone get unemployed. i will provide for us.
I love how safe everyone in the comments feels about being entirely dependant on a potentially psychopathic benefactor 😁
im nice…..
He’s literally nice
does anyone else see the spectre of stones inside the post
A mother's plea: Help us survive and protect my child who was born in war.
My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.
I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.
After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?
After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.
I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.
When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹
To donate or support us, here is the link 👇🙏
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From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏
sometimes my wife will come to me with a piece of food and explain it like its a james bond mission. like
"there is a piece of gouda on the counter downstairs. it has been left out overnight. i cannot bring myself to trust it and thus will be throwing it away in 20-30 minutes. but if something were to happen and the cheese were to go missing, i would not question it."
and then she will go. and then the cheese will go missing. and she will not question it.
please dont eat your dad. he has been out of the fridge for god knows how many decades and is full of microplastics. i know i set a bad example with the gouda thing but food safety is important.
1 like = one beer bottle thrown in a busy street
1 reblog = One cigarette given to a pregnant woman
started planning my bday early this year
Julie Farkas, Fallout New Vegas, 2020