dear alt baddies laddies and daddies how do you do winged eyeliner
today might just be my 13th reason
i wish the US had a taho man
maybe i shouldn’t have watched that documentary
DHSHHSDH THERES LESBIAN HEATHERS???
We are drowning in bills, eating is practically a luxury, and my health has been deteriorating rapidly.
Everything has gone from bad to worse, my lungs are compromised for not being able to have my treatment as indicated by my doctor After my last check-up, my doctor says that the hopes of a recovery are nil because I am not complying with the treatment as indicated.
Respiratory crises are becoming more frequent.
I need medication for life to prevent my lungs from collapsing, this implies permanent treatment with steroids, oxygen therapy, control of oxygen in the blood and antibiotics to prevent the development of bacteria in the lungs.
I'm afraid I have to insist on this because it may be the only way to get my treatment.
I need medication for life to keep my lungs from collapsing, this costs around $700 per month.
Things are really tough on me,I can’t afford. Please donate🖤
pro writer tip: if you don’t like a scene, add an explosion. doesn’t matter if it’s a romance or a historical fiction, suddenly it’s more exciting.
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i love writing poetry but looking at some of my stuff from middle school makes me want to retract that statement
like why the hell did i write a poem abt crying in the bathroom and using my tears to shower with??
why did i write about a christmas party i went to (there was no message behind this one😭 no play on words or ANYTHING)
what was i on 🙁 (hormones. i was on hormones 😞)
Helping Mohammed and his brother with special needs💔😭
Welcome my friends, I come to you optimistic about your support despite the struggle I am living between destruction, loss, pain, fear, hunger, displacement and genocide that destroyed an entire future that I aspired to. I, Mohammed Haitham, the child who aspired to be something great in the future, but they killed that. Do not be surprised, I am young because I was deprived of my childhood, deprived of all my rights. Everything that happened after October 7 was a nightmare that this world could not bear or expect in all its details، They were ominous days I want to wake up from this nightmare has been going on for too long I want to wake up Our home that used to embrace my beautiful family was taken away from us We became homeless in the open trembling from the sound and shapes of bombs Even the tent was destroyed by the occupation I am trying to find someone who will contain and embrace my story I want to help my brother who has become disabled because he was born in harsh circumstances، Despite everything, we are trying with all our might to survive. Life now is difficult, devastating, full of challenges, difficulties, fear, and killing that is everywhere. Help us to live again. For a long time, we were deprived. Now we live a year and many months with very little hope, the hope that you planted in me and my beautiful family. Please adopt my story and be a part of it
I am waiting for freedom with all my might🙏
My campaign was verified months ago but I updated my campaign🤍
☆ just a bundle of nervous energy ☆ call me Vela! ☆ 16 years old ☆ we do messy book rants, brain dumps, and all kinds of dumbassery
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