Maybe all I needed was to walk around listening to fob, and smoking a joint. Then go to the park and shitpost on Tumblr from the swings.
Chat. I am making mutuals.
Man life does really be like that sometimes huh.
“It started going whooooooo”
“It started feeling wheeeeeee”
-Dean Festa 2025
This man cannot be real. For reference he’s claiming the last time he got the flu would have been prior to 2008.
Hello, It's Momen Al Madhoun, writing from the most miserable area in the whole world, I am deeply thankful to all of you. Your support means the world to my family
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15 months have passed as if it were 15 years, and suffering increasing day after day 😔 Our health is decaying, we have NO IMMUNITY to fight diseases. No healthy food to feed our worn cells. Finding a quiet, clean place for us to get some rest is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm in urgent need of serious financial support so that I can take action and save my family! Our faces speak the misery we're going through! my children can't bear the ruthlessness of war life… pain and cold does not allow either of them to sleep 💔
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Chat, politely, when is it my turn to crash out?
“I just want to be in love with a boy the way boys like boys and in love with a girl the way girls like girls but instead I’m here. Bitchless.”
Where’s that poem about the little Forrest creatures? Where the “others” come and take them in groups until there’s only fear left.
I want you to remember:
The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.