If It Keeps You From Killing Yourself It's Not Stupid. This Applies To Anything Btw.

URGENT HELP🚨🚨🚨🍉🇵🇸

Hello,

How do you do ? I hope to be in a good condition.

This is my special campaign

We hope to help us by donating or sharing to others.

Every donation makes a different even if it a small.

As you know, the war began on October 7 and lasted ten months. During this period, we were unable to obtain food, drink, or treatment because we did not have money.

There is no source of income for the family at the present time, so we are unable to buy food, clean water, and medicine, especially after we are afflicted with the ongoing infectious diseases spread in the north like Hepatitis C disease.

Our house has been damaged a lot since the beginning of the war. We are from the north of Gaza and we are still in the north and have not displaced to the south. We displaced 10 times from place to another seeking to safety .

We hope for your help and support, even if only a little.🙏🙏

Vetted By Femme intifada on telegram.

This is the link if you would to read our story well 👇👇

https://gofund.me/4e896ac1

Thank you all

Hello, it's nice to meet you, I'm doing well. Bouta go to sleep. The best I can do is reblog and hope more people talk about their day

Palestinian men should not have to repeatedly hold up pictures of their family struggling through a genocide, for us to care about them. Fundraisers conducted by/for Palestinian men, should not have to repeatedly refer to their mothers, sisters, wives and children, to make us realize their humanity, their vulnerability. Enough. Isn't it enough after so many months? Hadn't it always been enough?

Rebloghong because fish and now I gotta see this damn river

The "Dad of the Year" award goes to this flathead catfish on the Black River in North Carolina. A sudden drop in water level caused the fish to be stranded at the base of a rotting tree. I wondered why it didn't leave as the water receded-until I saw the pile of pink eggs by its tail. I realized the fish was trapped by staying to care for its offspring.

It's common for males to watch over eggs and defend them from potential predators-and, in some cases, even from the mother. Of all the things I've seen in swamps, this was one of the most striking examples of survival.

Cypress swamps are difficult places to thrive. Seasonal fluctuations of water shape these ecosystems and the residents that call them home. Although I didn't stick around to see what happened to this father, I was encouraged to see that the water levels did come up just a few days later.

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#marblehornetssoup

Theyre so stupid, love them

Bouta go to sleep but I need to yap about the dream I had last night.

PICTURE THIS- you're me, waking up fully clothed at he ass crack of dawn but somehow also a bright morning.

You're ready to go to school, walk to the bus stop (not even 4 houses away) and stand at the stop sign

(you start having conversations with the people at the bus stop BUT OH NO)

you're conversation stops- you glance down the road anticipating the worst...

A red trolly- I sign of bad omens, is making its way down the road. It's taking it's sweet time but still going at a pace that makes you want to get outa there

You all start panicking and thinking about places to hide

(this is a 'mock nightmare', it's one of those dreams that feel scary enough to make you feel hella uneasy but not enough to be dreadful)

You talk with one of the girls (who is low-key a baddie) and she says go to Ms. (Neighbor)'s house and hide in-between the bushes and the porch railing, so you do

The Red Trolly rolls up

(btw there aren't even trolly lines in your city, that's how scuffed this bs is)

You try to duck down as low as you can, BUT, because you're in a dream, you're body doesn't do exactly as you ask. so you remain the tiniest bit visible

This is your doom. The aura emminating from the Trolly is heavy and frightening. The feeling of despair washes over you as you watch the trolly conductor step out and stare you down.

He says something about how he's "Going to get you this time!", and you run into the neighbor's house.

He's already inside and at the door, you sorta run sorta evade around the house. Heart beating out of your chest, blood flow pumping to you ass of all places.

He catches up to you. His face is one of determination and irritability. (What I saw) He has sort of a tired dad look mixed with an angry police officer vibe. His brown hair combed back, barely noticable stumble and frowned lips make his appearance even more indignant than it is.

He's all up in your space. You can't take it anymore. He's grabbing you, trying to get you outside so you can go into the Trolly. You don't want to so your next course of action?

'Seduce him.'

Yeah.

That's actually I heard at that exact moment. We're gonna seduce this mf

You start trying to coo at him and quell his irritable self, he calms a bit, hearing you out as you start glazing on him and his assumed achievements more than a Lebron James fan glazes their idol when they watch a Lakers™ game.

He starts going with it, getting comfy. You're both really feeling whatever this chemistry is. The door is still open but no one dares go near the house with the Red Trolly in the vicinity. The room you are grinding on him in is near empty.

He has his hands on your waist, maneuvering you both around the room while your actually dey humping and making our with each other

(yeah this turned into a wet dream reeeaaal quick 💀💀 no joke)

You push him off, sabotaging your pleasure, and he starts mumbling about needing to go anyways...

He makes quick work out the door, driving the Trolly away. As soon as he and the red vehicle are gone, the Aura of Death™ goes along with them.

The end.

Btw this is one of my RECURRING DREAMS, had this one in 4/5th grade I believe ☝️😎(😭🙏)

me realizing I was #aromantic in 7th grade

I need to prove a point to my mom. Reblog if you can realize you’re asexual/aromantic in your teens.

>:]

Teehee

HELP

ONE OF MY MOOTS STARTED WATCHING TRIBETWELVE,

AND THEY SAID MILO LOOKS LIKE AN ELF-

( you know who you are- /nm /silly < sorta )

I'M LAUGHING BUT I'M ALSO CRYING-

( as I am a bastard who VERY MUCH KINS MILO- HELP- I LOOK LIKE AN ELF TO SOMEONE??? )

I screenshotted them because they made me laugh-

This was the REAL conversation WHAT-

Me reading books about gay people and getting flustered when the subtext homoeroticism becomes Front Text In Plain Sight Homoeroticism™

I don't listen to MCR btw

my chemical homoerotic subtext