Average Conversation With Me And My Friends (dont Ask How Long The First Part Goes For)

ponyboy thank you for being our RBF rep

we love you ponyboy

one time I had a dream that matt dillon broke into my house while I was sleeping and just stood in the doorway of my room, turned on the light, and starting reciting the milk commercial without breaking eye contact

i just found out my friends absolute asshole of a mom got the see the outsiders musical before me

fuck the universe

this is war

"My name is Samed… and this is my story."

My name is Samed. I’m 23 years old. I was born into this world without a father—I grew up an orphan, searching for safety in the arms of my mother and siblings. We are a simple family: my mother, two sisters, two brothers, and me. We tried to stay strong, just like my name means—Samed, the one who endures.

We’ve been collecting pieces of loss day after day. The first deep wound came when my brother Jihad was killed. His martyrdom felt like a knife in the heart. We tried to stay strong—for him, for my mother, and for the ones still with us.

But I didn’t know that Jihad’s loss wouldn’t be the last…

In a single moment, without warning, a missile struck our home. The house we built with love and patience—the shelter from all life’s pain—was turned into rubble. And in the middle of that destruction… my sister Alaa was there.

She didn’t make it out.

Alaa—her voice still echoes in my ears. Her laughter fills every corner of my memory. Her face never leaves me. She died under the rubble, and a part of me died with her. Now, there's nothing left of our home… only pain, emptiness, and memories that burn more than the fire itself.

Today, I, Samed—the orphaned young man who lost his brother, his sister, and his home—have only these words to cry out with:

Please help us. Support us. For my mother, for my surviving siblings, for the dignity we are still trying to hold on to.

We are not just numbers in the news. We are souls who dreamed. Families who built a future on hope and resilience.

We need your voice. Your hearts. Your hands—to lift us from under the rubble and back into life.

https://gofund.me/d80c4cad

note to self: do NOT run the 400m if you plan on running others, it will fuck up literally all of the other events

This is me Aya.. ‏🇵🇸

Imagine you wake up with nothing left.That's exactly what happened with us .we moved from having everything to having nothing.In a blink of an eye ,we lost everything, our house ,dreams, memories belongings and our works. We are starting from zero and need your help to climb the leader step by step from scratch.

All the positive words cannot express how generous you are, especially in sharing my posts to inform other donors about the people of Gaza who are still suffering from the terrible conditions caused by the unjust war on Gaza!

Please continue to support us by donating directly or by sharing the link to let others know. Don't hesitate to help people in difficult and miserable times until the dark days are over. 🙏🏻🍉

https://gofund.me/c4c2cf82

please share their link or donate so they can get help!

words cannot describe how much I love artists who draw Ponyboy like an actual 14 year old he's the age of a middle schooler im so sick of people forgetting that

why are the boys at my school getting WORSE?? normally its just the "my friend like you" which is mildly annoying but it isn't the worst but its now escalated to sexual stuff tf?? I was literally js walking to the bathroom and a group of boys kept calling out to me saying their friend wanted to fuck me?? and then in PE these guys kept following this girl and saying shit like "he said he wants to eat you out on your period!" WHAT. Ik I said this in a lighthearted way but seriously this is gross, stop.

i may be stupid but I genuinely cannot figure out if curly or angela is older if anyone knows please tell me

currently making several Sylvia designs and I will eventually post the final ones and y'all can pick which one I do (or at least help me decide)