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**Hello everyone**💫,🍉
I hope you are doing well. I need your support as my family is struggling due to the situation in Gaza💔.
I have posted their story along with photos.🙏🏻 Please consider sharing this post to help us reach more people who can offer support.🗣
Could you reblog the pinned post from my account🥺❤?
Thank you very much for your time and kindnes
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Everyone please donate if you can!
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the big three questions of media analysis: what the author wanted to say, what they actually said, and what they didn’t know they were saying
Hello! are you willing to help me get my insulin? I'm down to my last pen and its pretty much close to being empty.Nt asking for a much, only need $67 rn to save my blood sugar. please help me with a small donation or share,reblog any help can save my life. Thank you so much and be blessed.🙏 Donation link is available on my pinned post.
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A comic based on this poem
character motivations:
fear
hurt
survival
failure
being pressured
instability
desire / hunger
guilt
belief they are doing something good
love
loyalty
vengeance / revenge
inequality
unfulfillment
hatred
honour / dishonour
pride
jealousy
death
humiliation
pain
greed
shame
rejection
loss
power
i am become OR a sonnet for the macbeths
switch up your verbs (part one) ~
walked - hiked - moved - shuffled - toddled - sauntered - ambled - tiptoed - meandered - strolled
laughed - chortled - chuckled - giggled - snorted - guffawed - howled - snickered - shrieked
wanted - ached for - wished - craved - coveted - fancied - pined - aspired
ran - sprinted - galloped - scampered - bolted - trotted - dashed - raced - jogged
jumped - bounced - hopped - leapt - hurtled - vaulted - barged - bounded
Finery drips in the gallery with walls the color of fake teeth Under glimmering lights and clacking red-sole heels I shake hands, theirs soft, smooth, unstained, mine with indentations the curve of my paintbrush.
They whisper over hors d'oeuvres and caviar about The color matching their second-floor carpet. I hope it pays my rent.
A child smaller than the canvas wanders Away to a painting, unsticks his fist from his mouth, his eyes wide enough to encompass stars. He stays longer than most until his mother drags him away, apologizing as she rejoins her group.
He understands art a lot more than money right now.
Original Work Primary Blog. Sideblog for fanfics @stickdoodlefriend Come yell at me! | 18+
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