Cyberhorr0r - ^⁠_⁠^

needing a boy to sloppily n desperately makeout with on my lap (or me on his) </3

Digital Stars feat. MIKU & GUMI

I see so many posts of Palestinian art and the Palestinian flag get reblogged far more than the actual fundraisers and it has me concerned.

Please, artists of tumblr who want to support Palestine, help us with their gofundmes by linking them with your art. It would help spread them out so much more so they can be seen by possible donors. I have seen some artists do this, and it has been very effective. This is where art has power.

🌸Here are some fundraisers you can help support.

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Donate to Help my father get out for treatment. Help my fami, organized by Muhanned Shaheen

I write to you from Gaza, where my family faces unimaginable hards… Muhanned Shaheen needs your support for Help my father get out for treat

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Donate to Mohamed Hamad and his family dream of reaching safety, organized by Asia Rehman

My name is Asia Rehman and I have created this fundraiser on behalf … Asia Rehman needs your support for Mohamed Hamad and his family dream

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Donate to Please help Sujood reunite with her children trapped in Gaza, organized by Rawda Harb

Hi, I'm Rawda, based in Canada and I'm writing you regarding t… Rawda Harb needs your support for Please help Sujood reunite with her childr

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Donate to Help Nader's family to evacuate from Gaza, organized by Nasser shoshaa

Hello, I am Nader, I am from Gaza-Palestine and I am a 26-year-old dedicated … Nasser shoshaa needs your support for Help Nader's family to

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Donate to Help Us Have a Safe and Secure Life in Gaza, organized by Iyad sobhe

I'm Iyad, an elderly man with my wife and eight children. Since the beginning o… Iyad sobhe needs your support for Help Us Have a Safe and S

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Donate to Help Iman’s family find safety, organized by Iman Eyad

Hello, I'm Iman from North Gaza. My family consists of 7 people. Since the beginning of the w… Iman Eyad needs your support for Help Iman’s

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Donate to Support My Journey to a New Start, organized by Mohammed Ayesh

‏Hi my name is Abed im making this account on behalf of my friend Muhammad Saeed Ayes… Mohammed Ayesh needs your support for Support My Jour

sorry scott cawthon. i’m taking over canon now. let those two old men kiss.

im so tired right now none of this is gonna make sense but like. think about it. think about willry do it now. do you understand how difficult it had to have been to just stow away those feelings they had for each other just to keep up appearances, knowing that it would ruin their publicity. william being so madly in love with henry to the point of obsession and henry does reciprocate it, he knows that, but being unable to speak the truth. "i think im in love with you" as a one off murmur late at night, never repeating it verbally but so clearly showing it through acts of service, of dedication, of near worship.

and it drives william insane, being so close yet ever distant.

he knows what they have is like a soap bubble. it will burst and vanish the moment he tries to reach out and grasp it.

he can only hold his hand out, and wait for it to pass by in his wake.

"I love you Gaza. Israel & USA are genocidal terrorists"

Seen in Puerto Rico

Dear friends, kind-hearted strangers,

I don't know why I didn't get enough support or donate recently, are a people really not interested in us anymore? I know it's been a long time coming and we've been living in this darkness for almost a year, my heart is so frustrated, but your support is a beacon of hope in this darkness we live in 😔💔

We are almost halfway to our goal, I truly appreciate support and standing by me and my family ❤

But If everyone donates 5$, it will make a difference, and we become very close to our goal, I don't want to be intrusive but just feel us in your hearts, that's all I hope for, and thank you for everything you have given us so far, I really appreciate it and am really grateful to you.. 🙏💕

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Donate to Help save my family to survive the genocide in Gaza, organized by Mahmoud AlBalawi

Hi world , it’s Mahmoud & Mom Please read this as if you were… Mahmoud AlBalawi needs your support for Help save my family to survive th

🔴 fundraising campaign vetted by @90-ghost Here, @gazavetters #78 on the list ✅✅

Please share the link and spread the word to everyone you know, it really helps 🙏❤

who up being undesirable

Please share, circulate or donate to save my family's life 🥹

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Donate to Help Nevin alserr family escape the war, organized by Niven Alser

I am Nevin Al-Sir living in Gaza trying to help myself, my family and my child esc… Niven Alser needs your support for Help Nevin alserr fam

‏hello, I am Hadi. I will tell you my story that started on October 7th and continues to this day. I have a family consisting of my wife and my child who was born in the war in December. I was displaced from my home that was filled with warmth and happiness to another place. Noting the hardship and fatigue on my wife who was pregnant and we walked long distances to reach the safe passage. Also, there is no humanity for a pregnant woman to live in displacement for the second time and to live in a tent in the middle of the street and not to provide the basics of life and not to provide food for my child. I hope to help, participate, or donate and restore hope to our lives through the link https://gofund.me/b44d7cbc

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.

I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.

I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.

I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.

I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.