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itās kinda wild that you think youāll never get over something and then one day you do and you donāt even realize :)
ITS 1AM I WAS JUST ABOUT TO START CRANKING MY HOG AND A GECKO FELL RIGHT ON MY CHEST OUT OF NOWHERE ????
FUCK OFF WITH YOUR CAR INSURANCE
Jabalia today
[An Instagram post by princekouta, the first slide is in English, the second in Arabic. This is a transcription of the English text]
From Jabalia today (siren emoji)
They took all the children from their mothers and placed them inside what resembled a ring or a pit. A tank came and circled around them repeatedly until they were covered with dirt and sand, amidst the screams of the children and the wailing of the mothers. Then the soldiers came and began throwing the children towards the group of mothers. Whoever managed to catch a child had to carry them away quickly, and it wasn't necessary for the child to be theirs. Many mothers ended up carrying children who were not their own, forced to leave with someone else's child while leaving their own behind. Here begins a new chapter of suffering for a mother searching for her child in the arms of another woman, trying to soothe the child in her hands until she can find their mother. This is what I received from one of the women of Jabalia. God is sufficient for us, and He is the best disposer of affairs.
I tried to highlight what's important, but itās all important. Read...
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chose tenderness once again. this is awesome actually has anyone else tried this
Kill yourself
my queer ravioli making workshop starts next Thursday and the community couldn't be less excited
i get into a horrific car accident while carrying a crock pot full of meatballs in the passenger seat. at the hospital, the surgeons cannot sort out which chunks of meat are me and which are not, so I end up with several meatballs sewn into my guts. despite this I make a full recovery, and they elect not to remove the meatballs because quote 'they seem comfy in there.' i go on the talk show circuit and become moderately famous as The Meatballs Woman. when i die i am buried under a gravestone with meatballs carved on it. in the year 2438, a grad student from what is now Cambodia who is studying the late pre-collapse American Empire writes her thesis on this, concluding that I probably never existed and was a conflation of several real stories and urban legends. years later, a pop-history book wildly misinterprets this and several other things, arguing for the existence of a historic American religious pantheon including figures like The Meatballs Woman, Florida Man, Emperor Norton, etc. this book sells bizarrely well and inspires a new neo-pagan movement, which in turn leads to a weird shipping community, resulting in a small but vibrant scene of ABO fics featuring me and MrBeast (who in this context has been interpreted as a god of excess and trickery)
this chilling scenario is only one of the multiple reasons I am going to attempt to not crash my car today
iām so fucking happy for you and your northern lights no iām being serious congratulations man thatās awesome you really (clenching my fist so hard my bones creak) deserve it
we all talk a big game on here but the honest truth at the end of the day is that if i saw slenderman i would be really scared
I get it, I really do, but I feel like ppl w decision paralysis related to Gazans are also suffering from a kind of non-malignant egotism
"who do I decide to give it to? everyone needs help! I can't help them all!"
You're not the only person they're asking!!!!!
If you choose one person to help that day, a bunch of other ppl choose others
stopping to overthink your inflated importance as an individual versus one in many is what's giving you paralysis
the more you burden yourself as an incapable hero the less you all act as a group-- which is the exact answer you're looking for
fkn close your eyes, scroll on OOB and donate to whoever you click on first
you're not god, it's not your job to save everyone
JUST DO SOMETHING
Grassroots movement to support & amplify aid requests of Palestinian families.
Find vetted fundraisers for Gaza here
i love my switch its like an animal to me. shhhh sweet pink and green creature download my software
AND SLAM IN THE BACK OF MY DRAGULAAAAA š¤š¤š¤š¤š¤
everyone shut up and look at this
rate my chestnut man
felt compelled
Dads love having undiagnosed autism