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@poppytheaxolotl you if the curse continues into college
i forget this yik yak from my former college isnt like a viral meme because i say it so fucking much. trying not to shidfart my panta
Oh so I'm GAY gay. Okay didn't get that update til just now.
@poppytheaxolotl @moreover-clover @aceing-on-the-cake
On Friendship.
He smiled at me today and now I'm healed
Thought I was normal about this boy but then he replied to me with just "Thanks" and no little :) afterwards and now I kind of want to become a hermit and never speak again
Thought I was normal about this boy but then he replied to me with just "Thanks" and no little :) afterwards and now I kind of want to become a hermit and never speak again
reblog if you would give cheeses to these meeces
Perhaps you'll ignore this message, as many others have done before. Why has no one asked about me or my family anymore?
I'm not asking for money, nor am I looking for donations.
All I want is for someone to recognize our existence, to ask about how we’re doing. Why have you left us alone in this suffering?
Have we become invisible to you? No one answers, no one asks.
I only want someone to remember us, so we can feel that we’re still alive. Despair is beginning to creep into my heart for the sake of my family.
Im not sure if anything I say can truly give this the respect and depth it's due. But the post on my page directly before this tells this family's story, and has a donation link. Please don't let our brothers and sisters in Gaza become ghosts
"Alive but Forgotten"
We live today in a world of silence, a heavy silence that is slowly killing us. I see my younger siblings, their ages ranging from 3 to 7 years old, passing by with innocent eyes filled with questions I cannot answer. They hide behind me when they see a stranger, afraid of the unknown. My mother, who suffers from chronic illnesses, cannot even stand without help. She has not found anyone to extend a hand, and each time her condition worsens, I feel helpless.
My father, who was once a symbol of strength, is now a shadow of a man, broken and unable to bear the burdens after losing everything. He worked his whole life to provide us with a decent life, but today, we have nothing but rubble and the camps we move between, with memories that grow darker each day.
What I ask for is not money, nor material help, but something simpler. I just want someone to feel our existence, to remember us with even a word, a small gesture that revives hope in us that we are still a part of this world. Our messages are met with silence, as if we no longer exist, as if we are no longer part of life.
Every day, we live in the shadow of devastation, inside a room in a school that has turned into a shelter, its walls insufficient to provide privacy and fresh air to breathe life into us. We now share this space with other families, each carrying their own pain and worries. As for the children, they do not know what it means to have a home, nor do they understand what loss is. Whenever they look at my mother, they run to her, asking her to tell them a story about the future, not realizing that all my mother has left to tell them is sorrow.
Friends, our pain is not in the loss of things, but in the loss of existence, in becoming unheard. Sometimes, I stop to wonder: Are we still alive? Are we still part of this world? Our messages are met with silence, and our dreams have faded along with the ruins of the homes that no longer exist.
I no longer ask for anything except for someone to feel our presence, to ask about us, to remember us, even with a word. If our words touch your hearts, all we need is for you to share with us, to show the world that we are still here.
We ask for nothing except for you to raise our voices, to bring hope back to us, and to be a part of our story that we are trying to write with our trembling hands and souls still holding on to a thread of hope.
Sharing this story could be the difference between life and death for us.
If you help spread our story, you will be giving us hope to survive, hope for life amidst all this destruction. We’re not asking for more than to be remembered, to be reminded that we’re still here.
[Donation link here]
Thank you for your attention, and for being the hope that could bring us back to life.
My campaign is legitimate and fully documented. You can verify this through the following links:
🔹 Shab Hussein
🔹 90 Goest
🔹 Gazavetters My number is 5 on the list.
Every support or share makes a big difference and restores hope in our lives.
Thank you for your care and support, which gives us the strength to continue.
worry not my friend I sense your whimsy
I want a fursuuuuuuuuit!!!!!!!!!!!
I wanna be soft and squishy and soft and hugable and a meow meow !!!!!!!!!!!!!
and the paws????? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
i will be releasing (kidnapping) bastard so he can go back into the wild (my house) but only for a little while (until you die) don't worry
@iamreallytryingiswear I forgot to share the news!!!!!
The bastard cat has made his way inside and been fully adopted (kidnapped against his will)! We're convinced he'll develop Stockholm syndrome soon and he'll stop crying to be let back out into the wild 😌
Oh his gun is PIINKKK
The Amazing Spider-Man (1963) #239
BONUS:
A random day in the life of Peter Parker: hero by day, hot mess by night...
tumblr knows me so well
In case you’ve ever wondered what being an environmental biology student is like
Im sure that will do wonders for your skin
Makeup remover wipes are overrated when you have pizza
literally me
ᴇᴢʀᴀ ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ᴋᴇᴀᴛs Artwork from his 1962 book The Snowy Day.
Hey, happy Earth Day! Who wants to talk about climate change?
Yeah, okay, fair, I kinda figured the answer to that would be "ugh do we have to?" What if I told you I have good news though? Good news with caveats, but still good news.
What if I told you that since the Paris Agreement in 2015, we've avoided a whole degree celsius of global warming by 2100, or maybe more?
Current projections are 2.7C, which is way better than the 3-5C (with a median of 3.7C) we were expecting in 2015. It's not where we want to be - 1.5C - but it is big, noticeable progress!
And it's not like we either hit 1.5C and avoid all the big scary consequences or fail to hit 1.5C and get all of them - every tenth of a degree of warming we avoid is going to prevent more severe problems like extreme weather, sea level rise, etc.
This means that climate change mitigation efforts are having a noticeable impact! This means a dramatically better, safer future - and if we keep pushing, we could lower the amount of global warming we end up with even further. This is huge progress, and we need to celebrate it, even though the fight isn't over.
It's working. Keep going.
To my fellow men who are unfortunate enough to deal with menstruation:
who wants to get together and have a little cry
palestinian’s fundraisers 27/11/24
these are from my inbox, they are all vetted unless stated otherwise. reblog & donate
@dianatalb - link - US$425/20,000 - unvetted but clean RIS
@sohafouad - link - US$1,297/20,000
@hebanaseif - link - €4,693/50,000 - unvetted but clean RIS
@riima790 - link - €458/50,000
@mahmoudayyads - link - €9,130/55,000
@hanan-family88 - link - US$6,519/30,000
@yosef-1 - link - €2,440/50,000
@ahmed-walid-sadeq94 - link - €1,528/30,000
@dedomohamed1992 - link - €8,241/50,000
@myassar55 - link - €734/100,000
If we were deer I'd let you lick my forehead for no apparent reason @poppytheaxolotl @moreover-clover /p
The deer often take refuge in my yard and I saw the cutest thing this morning ;-; I had to film it.
it seems I now have plans for my next dinner party
@poppytheaxolotl
mmreow
normalize making sounds at eachother. if i can meow at you unprompted ESPECIALLY if you meow back we are best friends. meow mrrow
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