Does this count as a TBoB spoiler?? Idk you decide
Hello my friend, How are you ؟l hope you are well
I am Ayman from Gaza 🇵🇸
I need your help if possible 🙏
I am not well, I cannot get the necessities for my family due to the high prices, and this requires an amount to buy winter clothes and food because we are approaching winter, and my family needs other necessities, and this is estimated at more than $ 500 💔 for 8 people and an unemployed father.
I came to you shyly
Can you help me get the necessities for my family and health supplies for my sisters? I just want a small donation of $50 or 40. Can you afford that? I am very sorry 😢😢💔
https://gofund.me/114c6613
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I have put my new baby before 20 days and now i am struggling to provide for my baby girl and her two other children. They urgently need:
Thank you for standing with me and with my family. 🙏🙏❤️❤️🙏
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Hello, I hope my message finds you well Can you help me amplify my desperate plea to survive? I wish everyone who can support my family with $5, $10 or any amount they can donate or at least reblog My pinned blog 🙏🏻
My family needs you and depends on you to survive 🍉🍉
Thanks a lot 🌹🌹
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There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.
Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.
No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙
Note : Now , we are using fire for cooking and baking , and the price of a kilo of firewood is almost (2€ )
The flour we have , contains worms and weevils and is expired.
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Hello, I hope you and your family are well. Can you please help me recycle the post on my account? 🌺 And help rescue my family from the war in Gaza? 🙏 Thank you.
https://gofund.me/d36bfdc0
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weird commission.
My answer to this prompt on Instagram implies that Bill Cipher likes 2000s white girl music, if this gets 5 notes I'll draw him belting California Gurls
There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.
Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.
No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙
Don't leave me cold and hungry, please🙏. I have children, Amir, who is 4 years old, and Tim, who is 2 and a half years old. We sleep in the rain. I want to buy a shader that prevents water leakage. It costs $100. Donate any amount you can pay to us. I previously appealed for treatment for my child, Tim, due to his infection with a blood virus, but I received only a little. Help me please🍉🙏100$=1100kr
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