Acquired Stardust
i don't do bad sauce passes
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Keni
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Mike Driver
almost home
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Not today Justin

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DEAR READER
Jules of Nature
todays bird

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Show & Tell

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cherry valley forever

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@skptrace
florida river
Happy Ides of March for those who celebrate <3
i've seen many of you on my dash reblog fundraisers and campaigns from palestinians, especially those that have been vetted and verified. it's a massive help for those families. but today i want to talk about the person behind the verification: mohammed ayesh @moxayesh who has done the legwork to make sure these campaigns are legit.
unfortunately his own campaign is struggling. as many of you may know, mohammed has recently gotten married! he and his wife farah are trying their best to start a new life with a fresh start. their campaign goal is $10k, of which they currently have $3211. you can donate to them on chuffed here.
i also want to mention mohammed's little brother, yaser @yaseergaza. yaser is hard of hearing and has a cochlear implant. however due to the situation in gaza, he often struggles to keep his cochlear implant charged, and he has also had to discontinue his speech therapy sessions. he is trying to raise funds so that he can continue looking after his health, and currently has $695 out of a total goal of $10k. you can donate to him on chuffed here.
mohammed has done so much for so many families in gaza. i do not want his own needs to be sidelined. if you can donate anything, please do. and even if you cannot, please do share this post so that it reaches someone who can help. thank you.
I want everyone who knows me to do as my friend did, a post of my own on your page of your words that urge you to donate. I hope this post will reap its fruition.
Your donation and participation will not lose much, but they help me a lot
I'm not a "will help, no questions asked" kind of friend. Because I will ask questions. I'm just not gonna question your answers. Like yeah if we're friends I can help you get rid of a body, no problem, but I still want to know who it was and what happened. Not because I don't trust that you'd kill someone who didn't need killing or would help someone you shouldn't be helping - we wouldn't be friends in the first place if I didn't know you well enough to trust your judgement. I'm just curious as hell and I want to know things.
People saw this and chose the boring windows we have now…
2.4 by hagan nguyen, 2022, hahnemuhle metallic rag
i love the oregon coast
“sour cherry & amaretto cheesecake with a shortbread crust.”
20260131 戦はよろしくない
八神社の狛犬
Pavel Bure, the 17-year-old captain of the USSR junior national ice hockey team, demonstrates an international gesture that requires no explanation to a hostile audience in Anchorage (1989).
I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school's first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who'd awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes "oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts." and I'm like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don't like red. second of all look at me. there's literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.
make this go on forever
Heart shaped vintage valentine postcards
admire this enormous hibiscus I saw at the plant market