Look At What You See Carefully...this Is The Reality We See Every Day. Here I Say Good Morning Every

I was just listening to “In Too Deep” right when “Talk” came on the radio…I find it funny.😊

Yaaaaaaaaas heeeeeeennnnnyyyyy

To all my bi friends out there‼️‼️‼️‼️

💖💜💙

Love you aaaaaaaaaaaall‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

HAPPY BI DAY‼️

happy bisexual visibility day (september 23rd) to my fellow amazing bisexuals. i love all of you guys and we don’t deserve all the shit that comes our way. bisexuality is beautiful and you should absolutely be proud of it! our community is so diverse and amazing and our history and activism is rich and beautiful!

I was feeling so down until I saw this OMG😆😍🤣

TJ: **gently throws Pokeball at Cyrus**

Cyrus: **confused** What was that for?

TJ: I choose you.

Please don't ship💔i need your help 🙏

Hello.. My name is Mahmoud Atta. I am 29 years old. I live in Gaza, Palestine.. I am looking for my life partner.😊 I used to work as an Arab teacher and I was looking for happiness, but suddenly my life turned around.💔 War was declared on Gaza without any advances. 🥺Tanks entered the neighborhood in which I live and the planes began bombing. 💔💔I found myself and my family trapped between shells. I miraculously escaped, only to find myself without shelter, without a bed, not even a place to go to the bathroom,💔 or even a meal. I couldn't find anything to eat I made myself a tent and lived in it out of nylon, 💔but it does not protect me from winter or from the sun. I am sorry that I am writing this, but this is the reality in which I live🥹💔. I ask you to stand with me so that I and my family can live. 💔💔Any donation will be good for me. Stand with and may God stand with you. Thank you for listening and donating😭😔

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Donate to Help Mahmoud and His Family Survive, organized by Jovan I

Hello, my name is Jovan, and I'm fundraising on behalf of my dear friend Mahmoud. Mahmoud … Jovan I needs your support for Help Mahmoud and

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Our beautiful house has become rubble 💔😫

This house was more than just walls and a roof; It was a place bearing witness to childhood memories and dreams of the future. Today, as I stand among these ruins, I search for a part of my childhood or a memory that I might hold on to, but what I see is the devastation that has affected everything. 💔🥺

But despite the pain and sadness, there is still hope within me that we are able to rebuild what the war destroyed. I cannot do this alone, but with your support and donation, together we can rebuild this home, and bring hope back to my heart and the hearts of my family.🙏🏻🥺💔

@90-ghost @vague-humanoid @northgazaupdates2 @nabulsi

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Donate to Help Yasmin's Family Find Safety and Stability, organized by Nicole E

My name is Yasmin and I am 21 years old. The war completely changed the course… Nicole E needs your support for Help Yasmin's Family Find Sa

these are a few of my favourite things

Tyrus shippers during this hiatus

First Ramadan Iftar in Gaza, Palestine.

ahahahahahahahaha yes

reblog if you ship tyrus, like if you ship muffy, ignore if you ship tuffy

Tonight, I was walking alone, with no one to accompany me but the night and its silent moon.

The trees were still, as if they had lost the ability to move, but the scent of flowers and soft buds beginning to bloom with the approach of spring mingled with the scent of the soil, unlike any other scent in this world, as if the earth were whispering to life to rise again.

The road was long, but I didn't feel bored. I wanted to walk endlessly, as if I were escaping something I didn't know, or perhaps searching for something I hadn't yet found. The moon kept me company in my solitude, silently watching me, speaking to me without words.

But I forgot about it and ignored it for a moment, and played Mabel Matiz's "Samanyolu." Its melodies seeped deep within me, shattering something inside me, stealing me from myself.

I almost cried, but I didn't.

At that moment, my memories flowed like an endless waterfall.

I saw my childhood in all its beautiful details, remembering days that were warmer and clearer.

I suddenly realized that life is a moment, and that its train moves on without waiting for anyone.

I also realized that I was in Gaza, my sad city,

where I had never enjoyed a single day in my youth, where dreams are extinguished before they light up, and where sadness has become a silent, incessant companion.

I felt I was finished, but I wasn't completely.

My tears finally flowed. I felt the mist covering my eyes, and I saw the glowing threads of moonlight like a flute playing a sad tune in the sky.

But amidst all that sadness, there was something beautiful, something I couldn't explain, as if my soul had found a rare moment of honesty.

It was something captivating.

Now, I'm fine,

just enough.

Spur of the moment writings, as usual, I called them...

"Nobody but Me and the Moon"

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #502 )✅️ & @bilal-salah0

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Donate to My friend Shahad Dahlan in Gaza., organized by Manar Ahmed

I am raising funds for my friend in Gaza. This fund is to help her leave Gaza and move to… Manar Ahmed needs your support for My friend Shah