wake up in the morning I got minecraft on my mind

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[johnnyjoestarrelatable]

i think it's fucked up that there are plants that decided they wanted to eat meat

[daydream-daze]

Help! It's -6°c and fucking freezing!!!

*URGENT: PLEASE READ/SIGNAL BOOST*

Tuesday, February 9th: Hi everyone, I’m Gemma, a bi, mentally ill disaster, who’s in desperate need of help. I've become a bit ill from the flu and need medicine.

As most of you are already aware, I have been struggling financially for quite some time due to my welfare benefits being under a review, which is due to my worsening mental health and the UK’s controversial changes to how benefits are assessed and assigned. And at the moment, I'm currently struggling to get by, as I don't receive my U.C benefit until the end of the month, and I am still awaiting the outcome of my PIP assessment (March 2021 at the latest)

I'm completely heartbroken to keep asking for help, but I still desperately need some as I don't have anyone else to turn to, and I really need to keep my utilities/heating on as it's now between -2 /-6°c here and getting colder. My goal is around £100/£150!!

If anyone could send me £10/£20 for my gas/electricity meters or a little more to help me get groceries and do me til the end of the month, it would literally save my life, and sharing definitely helps just as much as donations. Nobody is obligated in any way to donate if they can’t or don’t want to, I know we’re all struggling right now.

Thank you for all your help!! ♥️

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@thebibliosphere @one-time-i-dreamt @toastyglow @e-seal @bihet-dragonize @trans-mom @shareyourdollar @gayarsonist ♥️

[supersmolsophie]

[borzwois]

[watchinguwithoutme]

Just looked up my symptoms on WebMD & turns out I just need to lay gently in the cold dark earth

[dilfhershellayton]

jojo siwa is like. her style is not my taste at all but as soon as other people call it annoying im like actually you're wrong she's an icon and a legend

[lesvegas]

i fucking hate gender bro what the fuck is any of this shit

[frenchtoastee]

[abandonrun]

me 15 seconds into a male on male zoom call: actually you know what? *territorial chimp noises*

[catgirlforeskin]

[one-time-i-dreamt]

[bogleech]

it will be a cold day in hell before I give up eating banana skeletons

[pettycentral]

[ladymalchav-archive]

[triptihosmrti]

[miqobobs]

kith

[tsunflowers]

[idislikethissite]

Did chocolate chips just manifest there out of thin air

[tamascotchi-deactivated20190101]

no hes spitting them in there

[benchmarkz]

lmao bye

[ehohadele]

Long hair 😳

[angelwarm]

i hope that one day i will finally be ok….i’ll make a cherry pie when it is all over

[angelwarm]

today is the day

[joshpeck]

reblog the cherry pie to be ok

[thebootydiaries]

It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before. 

That changes today. 

“Hey guys, what if…” I start to say. 

Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.

“What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“ 

Suddenly, silence. 

1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression. 

A single tear rolls down my cheek. "Please.” I say with a broken voice. 

He is moved. 

“Aight”.

[thebootydiaries]

My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my lily-white friends down. Not again.

The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.

All I can hear is heavy breathing.

“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”

There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol.”

“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”

“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.

“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”

He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”

“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.

The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.

“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.

I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™, and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.

“Kk.”