Recently (obviously While Being Awake At Irrationaly Late Hour While My Mind Is Fried Like A Good Chicken

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URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

Please Donate now:👇

https://gofund.me/2f20a398

Ddonate Via Paypal 👇

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Sharing and hoping it will reach more people

Prayers for your son 🙏

When you come up with a plot point that fits the story way better but is way more devastating

old man mcgucket stops playing his banjo at 8. nobody really knows why. all they know is that when it’s 8 o clock, he stops playing his banjo and goes inside to work on something else. and when i say “nobody” that includes fiddleford himself. he doesn’t really remember why he can’t play his banjo past 8, but what he does know is that it’s a firm rule. even if there’s nobody there to enforce it, he just knows within himself that he’s not supposed to. so he doesn’t.

sometimes fiddleford looks at his cubix cube. it’s solved, it always is, but something nags at him to check. it feels like it’s supposed to be scrambled, but it’s not. he doesn’t really want to scramble it himself but it’s like a step in the process is gone. he solves it. he leaves it alone. something happens? he comes back to it scrambled. he solves it. but now it just sits off to the side, untouched. it’s confusing.

sometimes fiddleford sees something interesting. he thinks that it would be a perfect gift for someone. but he doesn’t know who that someone is. it’s just a blank where their name should be. but he gets these things anyways. maybe someday he’ll remember who they are and be able to fill in the blanks. give them all of the gifts he’s collected over the years. finally understand who he used to be.

why is it that every time he makes gloves, whether it’s with crochet or leather, they end up with six fingers?

why is it that every time he finds something strange or out of the ordinary, he feels a sense of nostalgia?

why is it that every time he goes exploring into the forest, he feels a sense of something missing?

why is it that he just feels so alone?

the answer is simple.

old man mcgucket is just a crazy hillbilly.

the town kook.

he doesnt know anything.

he can’t be fixed.

just ignore him.

just don’t look at him.

just leave him alone.

#hes a mother now how could you

that’s right, he’s a mom now

Stanley Pines going from state to state, changing identities but not because he did something wrong but because he wants a clean start and never stops trying.

He refuses to steal, he refuses to con and trick people, he remains that naive boy on the beach looking for treasure.

Maybe he did 1 mistake. Maybe he joined a gang of criminals once and regretted it but now he tries to be good but somehow that 1 mistake follows him. Either people from his past come after him and he has to run before anything good happens or someone in the town he's in finds out and it runs his chances of finding a job, friends...family-

Funny how one mistake can follow you for the rest of your life. He can still hear his brother's invention spinning behind him.

Girldad Stan lives in my head rent free

modern-day changeling tales

Support my family and help them evacuate out of Gaza. Dear friends, I hope you are well. I am writing to you today with a heartfelt request on behalf of my family, who are currently facing difficult financial circumstances. I am Karim from Gaza, a father of four children. We live a very difficult life in tents. As we struggle to meet our basic needs, I ask you to support us during this difficult time. Any contribution, no matter how small, will have a big impact in our lives and will help us overcome this ordeal. All you have to do is enter the linkDown 👇👇👇👇.

https://gofund.me/b3a40353

https://sites.google.com/view/help-karim-family/home

Had the idea to the story.

I was busy when it come to my mind and the task was important

So I finished the task and sat down to wrote the idea

I forgot half of it and couldn't remember for shit.

The next day I came up with the other half

It didn't felt so good as the one I forgot so I didn't wrote it down

Now I think it would be actually a good plot twist

I forgot that part as well by now.

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Why does it always has to be like that??!?