" It's all shits and giggles until—“ SHUT THE FUCK UP OOHH MY GOOODDDD HAVE YOU NEVER HEARD OF WHIMSY AND HAVING FUN, KYLE? DO YOU THINK THAT EVERY TIME I’M DRINKING WATER I’M THINKING “It’s all fun and games until it goes down the wrong pipe!” NOOOO!!!! I’M THINKING ABOUT HOW REFRESHING AND HOW QUENCHED MY THIRST IS!!!! SO WHEN I, LITTLE OL ME WHO WANTS A BIT OF MERRYMAKING, MAKES ONE OF THOSE WATER SQUISHIES FROM BACK DURING THE PANDEMIC I DON’T WANT YOUR BITCH ASS NAGGING CONNIVING VOICE IN MY EAR GOING “What if it pops” SHUT THE FUCK UP KYLE, LEARN TO HAVE FUN
I don’t think anyone really knows/cares but I’ve finally come out of artblock and mountains of schoolwork, only to get sick once I finished the sketch of my Hazel x Bigwig art (due to popular demand and also because we love yaoi) but do not fret! I will finish it hopefully today and if not today than tomorrow I promise.
I fear I have to delay it until tomorrow, I thought I would get better health wise but it has been hell and I feel like absolute dog water. I’m so sorry that this happened and I promise that I will give you yaoi bunny fanart in the near future :D
I don’t think anyone really knows/cares but I’ve finally come out of artblock and mountains of schoolwork, only to get sick once I finished the sketch of my Hazel x Bigwig art (due to popular demand and also because we love yaoi) but do not fret! I will finish it hopefully today and if not today than tomorrow I promise.
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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨
In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿
"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏
