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i'm not an updates blog sorry i don't mean to steal anyone's job but the liked comments were too good on this one
ever since i was a little girl i wanted to be a man with a homoerotic years long incredibly intense friendship with another man
Already seeing people on tiktok saying “I still hate trump but he ate with this one” like … babes … you just got propagandized … that’s literally exactly what he created this situation in the hopes you would say …
“Alexandria’s Genesis, a.k.a violet eyes (a genetic mutation).
When someone is born with Alexandria’s Genesis, their eyes are blue or gray at birth. After six months, the eyes begin to change from their original color to purple, and this process lasts six months. During puberty, the color deepens to dark purple, a deep purple, a royal purple, or a violet-blue color and remains that way. It does not affect the person’s eyesight. Those who have this mutation will never grow any facial, body, pubic, or anal hair (not including hair on their head, on their ears, noses, eyebrows and eyelashes). Women also do not menstruate, but are fertile”
NO FUCKING SHAVING
NO FUCKING PERIODS
AND I GET PURPLE EYES
WHY THE FUCK WASN’T I BORN WITH THIS
FUCK WHY CAN I HAVE THIS
New Fursona reference sheet 🌊
mood board thing featuring pics of my irl clothes/fits
Telling my kids this is Chapell Roan.
🚨🚨We don't want to lose our little boy!!!
Because of the war, our son is suffering from a chest crisis and shortness of breath, and unfortunately he can't breathe normally 😭 Your donation is our last hope to save our little boy. 🙏🥹
Please support me and donate to save our little boy.🙏
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Hi everyone I'm Mohammed salem from Gaza strip in Palestine. I live with my parents and f… Mohammed Salem needs your support for Help Sale
Between the Ruins and Memories 🌊🏚️
Hello everyone, My name is Amina Yasser, I am 28 years old. I… Safaa Yasser needs your support for Help Amina Yasser's family provide her ch
On the shores of Gaza, where the horizon stretched endlessly, Khalil lived a life that seemed stable and secure. From his house overlooking the sea, he could hear the sound of crashing waves harmonizing with the sounds of the life he built through hard work and years of effort. 🏠💔 His studies in university as a sound engineer were a gateway to a promising future; his work in renting out large sound equipment used for parties and major events was his source of income, and the residential building he inherited from his father housed many families, ensuring a decent life for his own. 🎶🎤
But, in a single moment, everything changed. 🌪️
Complete Destruction 🏚️💥
The war came like a storm, leaving nothing but ruin in its wake. The home that was considered a refuge for the family turned into rubble. The sound equipment that once spread joy throughout the city was silenced forever under the debris. The residential building, which was a continuous source of income, collapsed as if it had never existed.
Today, Khalil, along with his wife Omnia and their children Nasser, Adam, and Bara’a, live in a small tent in the southern sector, where there is no safety or stability. ⛺🔥 The tent offers no protection from the scorching heat of the day or the biting cold of the night. Hunger and thirst have become constant guests at their empty table, and the children’s eyes search their father’s face for answers: “When will we go back home?” 🥺🍽️ But the home is no longer there.
Growing Despair 😔💔
Each passing day becomes harder than the last. Khalil feels the weight of responsibility crushing him, yet he has nothing to offer his family. Hunger gnaws at their health, and fear eats away at their souls. How can he tell his children that the life they knew is gone forever? How can he face their looks when they ask him about food, and he has little to give?
Omnia, his wife, stands beside him in this bitter struggle, but she, too, suffers in silence. She tries her best to soothe the children and reassure them, but deep down, she knows the future is uncertain and frightening. 👩👧👦🕊️
A Faint Hope ✨🌱
Yet Khalil does not give up. He refuses to succumb to pain, searching for a glimmer of hope in this darkness. He knows that there are those who may extend a helping hand and that despite all the hardships, there are still people who believe in humanity. But time is running out, and the tent cannot be home forever. ⏳💡
A Call for Help 🙏💖
Hello everyone, My name is Amina Yasser, I am 28 years old. I… Safaa Yasser necesita tu apoyo para Help Amina Yasser's family provide her ch
If you are able to help, please consider donating to support Khalil and his family during this difficult time. Every contribution, no matter how small, can make a real difference in their lives. Share this story with your friends and family, as it may reach someone who can help. Together, we can make a difference and restore hope to those who desperately need it. 🌍❤️
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My camping vetted by @gazavetters 🌷
Link vetted number #19 on list
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My friends in the wonderful Tumblr community🫂🕊
I have started a GoFundMe campaign to help us get through this ordeal and rebuild our lives. We need your support and contributions, even just by sharing our story, so that we can live safely and with dignity. Please, join us in this humanitarian journey and save my family.🇵🇸🍉🕊💔
Please help me rebulid my Bakery
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From Flour to Rubble: Ismail's Journey of Resilience Ismail, a baker from Gaza, on… Valeria V needs your support for Please Help Ismail
I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖
On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.
But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.
Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.
The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.
But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.
As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.
The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.
From Flour to Rubble: Ismail's Journey of Resilience Ismail, a baker from Gaza, on… Valeria V needs your support for Please Help Ismail
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saw this post
You know that post that was going around like a year ago. That said something like 'hey you don't need to wear any makeup' and people kept commenting shit like 'yeah just a little eyeliner is enough'. This is how this post feels to me
To all generous donors
Thank you all for donations
In northern Gaza, our lives are almost over I know that some people are tired of hearing us complain a lot, but there is nothing in our power except to publish about our situation for everyone to see.
We need 800 Aud which is 550 USD to reach out short goal
Can we do it
Plz see me pinned post
And reblog it ❤️
We are vetted by el shab Hussain an nabulsi in Gaza evacuateion funds
Hi everyone, my name is Khaled Smeer. I am the manager of a large mall in Gaza before… Uthman Khodair needs your support for Help Khaled to
this man to any official/higher up he's had the displeasure of interacting with
Today’s Thistle is: grrRrRrRrrrrr…
The kind moon over peaceful nice guy town
if this happened to me i would be scared as fuck
I would smile because it happened