I ate a breadstick today. It must have been from you I guess. I don't know where it came from my mother just handed me a breadstick while we were getting a new tire on the car
pass the olive garden breadstick to your followers
i think we should bring back "by jove" . reblog
okay actually I'm going to make a separate post about this because too many people ignore it on all my other posts. When referring to Aboriginal peoples (First Nations peoples of so-called Australia), you ALWAYS capitalise the A because we are a PEOPLE, proper noun. SECONDLY, "aboriginies" "abo" and any use of a phrase ending in "caste" ie part-caste, half-caste, etc ARE SLURS. DO NOT USE THEM. If you see other Aboriginal peoples using these words, it's ours to reclaim and not permission for you to use. Finally, Aboriginal people are Black and refer to ourselves as such, regardless of blood quantum. That is a fact, non-negotiable for 100s of years. It's not complicated. When in doubt just call us First Nations, or Aboriginal people (with a capital A) because that's who we are. Again, please respect Aboriginal peoples.
My son Ahmed is a heart patient and has holes in his heart. New tests were conducted on him, which showed that he was suffering from a problem with his eyes, and that there was damage to the nerves in his eyes as a result of his admission to the nursery and his exposure to oxygen. He needs urgent surgery, and unfortunately its costs are high and we do not have the money because of the Gaza war. We need your help by donating and sharing the post. I hope to save my child as soon as possible.
We need your help. The situation is very difficult. We need your help. You are our last hope. Food, clothes, milk, rent, everything has become very expensive. My son Ahmed needs a heart surgery. Save my son so he can complete his treatment and have the surgery.🙏🙌
Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.
We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.
💔 A Life in Ruins The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.
With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.
✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨ I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.
🙏 How You Can Help
Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.
Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.
Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.
With love and gratitude, Areej Kassab ❤️
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And yes, sentences with ‘penis’ or cuss words are fine, I’m not judging much :3
if you take requests can you do another vine comic? maybe with Sniff? pretty please
SKDHKFS WAIT I already had an idea for one too hold on
I had to draw it quickly does this work??
winfer
reblogs would be appreciated for spreading him across the world (or wof fandom at least..)
ginkgo leaf wall hanging quilt commission 🌿
cotton fabrics with hand carved block prints, quilted and sewn with the free motion foot on my machine
"Pangur Bán and I at work, Adepts, equals, cat and clerk: His whole instinct is to hunt, Mine to free the meaning pent. More than loud acclaim, I love Books, silence, thought, my alcove. Happy for me, Pangur Bán Child-plays round some mouse’s den. Truth to tell, just being here, Housed alone, housed together, Adds up to its own reward: Concentration, stealthy art. Next thing an unwary mouse Bares his flank: Pangur pounces. Next thing lines that held and held Meaning back begin to yield. All the while, his round bright eye Fixes on the wall, while I Focus my less piercing gaze On the challenge of the page. With his unsheathed, perfect nails Pangur springs, exults and kills. When the longed-for, difficult Answers come, I too exult. So it goes. To each his own. No vying. No vexation. Taking pleasure, taking pains, Kindred spirits, veterans. Day and night, soft purr, soft pad, Pangur Bán has learned his trade. Day and night, my own hard work Solves the cruxes, makes a mark."
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