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TW : HORROR-ESQUE DISTORTED ART

"I Like Bananas Because They have No Bones"

(George Elrick, 1936)

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❝Ï̵̛͍̤̟̭̱̺͓̦̃̅̄̉̏̀͐͑ ̵̰̣͖̞̻͖̜̰͓͊̉̀͊̓̒́̐̓ḑ̸͓̼̟͉̪̠̣̞̅ó̶̧̡̢̭͙̭͕̞͖̇͋́͑̈̽̽́͂n̵̠͖̽̌͗̿̓͂̊͝͠'̸̢͉̠̠̅͑͑͝ṭ̴̬̖̻͕͐̒̔͌͑̐̌́̅͝ ̷̛̫̹̺́̏̀́̿́͘ḻ̷̮̈́i̷̻̘͌͗͑̄͛͘̚k̴̩̖͖͕͇͆́́̑̄̕̚͘̕͜è̷̢̤̿̽̾̊̂̚ ̶̨̧̜̭̖͙͓͍̔̍̑̚̕̚͜y̴̘͠ō̷̧̱̙̪̺u̷̼̼̹͓͖͍̱̜̓͌̿͋͋͠ṟ̴̜̼̖͉͖̠̹͖̭̏͒͒̔̈́ ̸͕̝͚̻̰͈͕̮͆͌p̸̟̪͉͇̈́̋͌̐ͅe̶̪͉͇̟͙̯̪̥̬̝̅ȧ̵͓͈̓́͗̿̄͠͝c̷͓̘̼͕̲̟̼̄͂͋̀͊̄̍̚͝h̷̨̖̟͎̼̫̥̣͚͝ȩ̸̧̨̢̛̞͔̹̬̦͒͗̊̿̄͠s̴̹̖̺̖̉̓̊̔̏̿̐̄̕ͅ

Ṱ̵̪͈̯̬̮̼͍̻͊̆̚ͅḣ̵̦̋̏̔̃͆͝é̷̩̱͙͓̦͈̻͛̕ỳ̷̧̟̻̬͕͇͇̣̰̚ ̵̜̀̆͆a̸̫͊͑̒͑͂͒̚͠r̵̛̗̒̐̋͑͒̚͠͠ẽ̸̗̳̠̪̤͍͕̥̒̓̌̋ ̷̳̈f̵̱̜̌̉̅͆̏̅̂̾͠͝u̸͚̰̰̣̥̳̇l̷̨̧̝̬͉̩̓l̴̹̲̜͚̣̙̱̬̈́̈͋̇͝͝ ̶̡̧͓͇̖̲̾͑̅̀ó̷̡͍̦̣̻͍͍̬̗͎̎͑͑̓͐̿̐̀̈́f̸̰̥̹̺̝͉̺̆̋̓͌͜ ̸̙͔̣̟̄̎̐̆̅ș̴̨̨͇̫͓̃ț̷̢̛͍̹̦͆͐̽̑̉̅͛́͋o̴̥̯̿̓͋̇̏̓̓͗͝n̶̙̺̹̗̞̓͑̀͌̇e̶̡̩͚̭̙̫͎̒̆̄͗s̵͇̪̝̝͐̌̌͐͐̿

̴̢̡̮̟̼̣̦̈͋̆̑͑̈́̑͊ I̶̼̬̰̐̓̃̌ ̵̩͇̜̳͚̋̏͛͒͊̏͘͝ͅļ̶͇͈͓̅̀̎̕̚ï̶̼̯͊ķ̶̛̳̮̜̼̻͖̰͆͆̎́̓́͊̍̓e̵͙̣̲̻̻̼̞͉̐̊̆ ̶̡̧͈̱̼͈̪͈͙̲̈́̽b̸̩͙̜̖̄̎̈́̄á̸̲̟̙̻͉̥͙̩̓̅̔́̎̍͌̕͝ņ̸̛̤͉̦̺̻̦̠̝̍̆̀̍͗͌̈ä̴̤͕́̒͂̉n̷͔͚̮̞̺̮̯̦͛͒͊͗a̶͚͂̈s̶̬̘͈̙̪͈̻̬̖̒̉̐̀̃̔̔̑̂͜͝

̸͇B̸̲̾e̴̢̨̥̭̣̫̾̕ͅͅç̶̻̬͇̘̟̓̾̂̑̋͌̄̓͜͝a̷͔̜͕͗̈͊̋̉̚͠ù̴͇̬͔͔̳̠̙̖̅̏̀͘̚ͅș̸̙͙̙̞̤͊̒̂ẹ̸̟̞̜͍́ ̶̦͈̳̥̜̘͐̍͑̃̈͝͝͝ͅt̵̝̑̿h̵͕͎̳̟̺̦̫̏̌̑͊͛̐̂̐é̶̛̱́̈́̀̂̓̇y̸͉̠̪̎̐̊̅̈́̋͂̐̉ ̴̧̧̲̟̻̬̰͇̙̄̈́ḥ̴̡͕͇́̏͋̃͂̊͐͘ȁ̸̲̿̏̂̋̀̎͒̿͠v̶̫̣̑̋͌̈́̓͌̐̚͠ę̵̛͔̟̙͓̗̥̼͉̓́͊̓͌̾̕͘͠ ̸̢͗͐̈́͂̌̅͘͜͝n̷̡̨̗̤̭̖͈̻̗͗́̂̆̇͌̈͒͝ö̸̩͗̋̈́͋̚ ̵̛̙̅̑̍̈́̎́̈́͝͝b̶̗̱͙̒̀͆͘͝o̴̯͂̀̓n̸͎̪̼͍̮̥͍͐̎̔͜e̸̤̺̣̳͐́̉̑ş̷̛̟̰͍̙͕̉̈̒͘͜! ❞

50 days The border crossings are closed for 50 days, and no humanitarian aid has entered Gaza. 50 days of siege imposed from all directions and Israel's return to the war of genocide

Yesterday, the planes bombed a charity kitchen that provided food to the displaced, killing innocent people who were innocent for the sake of a living. I'm afraid to go get food and not come back, but I have to because there is no shelter or food

Please share and donate if you can, I need kind hearts Thank you for your kind heart and wonderful feelings.

The Wind.

The fleeting feelings of love

the petulant pieces of a love long-gone,

I am every breeze-kiss that brush your lips,

and I am every dandelion wish,

most of all, don't you dare forget;

the Wind is my lover,

and I am the Wind.

hi! as some of you know, about a year and a half ago, my beloved golden retriever Luke passed away from cancer. he was my very best friend. my mom and I had finally healed enough, so we got another golden retriever, Honey, and she is just the sweetest thing in the whole world—she’s practically Luke reincarnated. we haven’t had her long, but we are already enamored.

unfortunately, my mom came home from work recently and Honey was limping badly. she was taken to the emergency vet, and it was $400 just to have her be seen and ended up costing $600. she has a serious fracture in her hind leg. initially, we were told we may have to consider euthanasia, then we were told maybe just amputation. now they’re going to do a surgery to see if maybe they can save her leg. if not, amputation may still be on the table.

this initial surgery is going to be at LEAST $2,000. right now, those kinds of unexpected costs are just a lot for my mom right now, and I’m fresh out of college with not a lot of means to help her out financially. I know times are hard for everyone right now, but if you had even $5 to spare, I know it would help us out so much. I created a GoFundMe here, and my kofi is linked here. and if you can’t donate, even just a reblog, or a thought or prayer is much appreciated!

if you’re invested in my writing at all, you can shoot me a message showing you’ve donated and if you send me a little writing prompt, I’ll try to get it written for you as a thanks. I’m willing to write irondad, harry & sirius or remus, chris pike & jim kirk, ciri & geralt—basically any sort of parental relationship bc I have issues, whoops. if it’s something I haven’t listed, seriously just ask.

anyway, I’m so sorry to be doing this and I know everyone is struggling right now, my mom’s just been hit constantly with shit lately and I want to help her in any way I can.

(Honey is the one on the right, with her head tucked into her sister. 🥺)

maybe it's enough.

mona STILL can't breathe!!

she's had lung surgery to try and repair the damage the bombings did but her chest is hurting too much for her to sleep through the night. she can't stop coughing. the cold weather is making it worse. she doesn't have the medicine she needs right now, and she still has a 1 year old to take care of while she endures this. she's afraid of dying. she's only 20. if anyone has anything they can spare to help my friend then i would really appreciate it

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Donate to Help Youssef and his family escape the occupation, organized by Osam Lolo

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🚨 THREE DAYS WITHOUT DONATIONS 🚨

It's been days... and the donations have stopped. 🍉‼️

💔 We are a family in Gaza:

- Father: Elderly and sick

- Us: Women struggling to survive

- Reality: No food, no income, no support

The situation is becoming unbearable. Prices are rising. Our resources are running out.

It’s been three days since we’ve received any help. 📉

💸 Even a small donation can make a world of difference.

👉 5 can give us food for a day.

👉 10 can help with medicine for our father.

👉 $20 can buy us essential supplies.

Your "support" can change everything. Don't let us go another day without help.

Even if you can't donate, sharing this message can reach someone who can.

Please, help us survive this. We need your help now. 🙏

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Donate to Help Nada's family survive purposeful unimaginable struggle, organized by Michael Bushnell

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The Woman Who Painted,

And Never Forgot

Have you ever heard, of a story told in words

Painted in your mind, and burned into your heart?

Of each time a statement so significant, would not be forgotten by one, and instead cursed (or blessed) to never forget;

Where words to be heard, inspires the mind to bring out it's canvas, paint it's joys or sorrows away, and hang the painting up, for no one else but one to see?

I'll tell you a tale, of a woman no one knows the name of,

But her story is to be remembered, as a tale children hear, at night from their parents' whispers

Of a woman, who could not forgot, a significant line from those she held dear,

Both a blessing

And a curse

At first, it was her mother

The drip, drip, dripping of "Honey" from her lips

It trickled itself into her mind, fed her heart

It was syrupy, like a sweet treat after a hard day

It was her first love, and one that was to never to be taken from her,

Second, was from her brother,

"I hate you!"

It was discordant, all written in static, it hurt, she could see and hear the insincerity in this declaration,

She apologized shortly after, their small little quarrel, she'd rather never hear or see, that horrid line of hurt, much less would she want that insincerity, become no longer.

Next was her lover,

Name known to none but family and her,

"Sweetheart"

In a loopy handwriting, full of curled arcs and elongated inking, red, cherry red in color

She tucks this memory in her arms, and placed it high in her mind, never to forget

Last was her former love,

Name known to none but her family and her,

"I've found someone"

It was covered in roses, but with roses come thorns

And those thorns dug through her heart, wrapped itself around her mouth

Left her speechless and in tears,

A tale of a woman, who could not forget,

A tale of someone, who wishes to never paint any words again,

A tale that warns children

Be careful with what you say, because sometimes, people are cursed not to forget

A tale that warns them all,

Not all love will end sweet.

Please help me , I need food😭

Please help me , I need food😭

Please help me , I need food😭

Please help me , I need food😭

Please help me , I need food😭

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Please help Hanan and her family!