Yeah, don't be shamed for being "cringe" even other dimensional gods and entities enjoy some stuff like that, why care about what other humans say
I could do an post about dimensions work I have the mind rn
They only have 59 notes when I'm seeing this, go reblog their post or donate if you can, everything counts
Hello everyone 👋
I appeal to you to leave Gaza 🛩 as soon as possible when the Rafah crossing opens to perform a cochlear implant operation 👂 because I may lose my hearing and we do not have enough money to leave with my family in safety and escape the danger of war 🔥, hunger and siege, so I ask you to donate even a little. Thank you all ❤ This is our donation link 👇
https://www.gofundme.com/f/hani-al-sharif-and-family
Had this dream where I was in a cult and volunteered to be eaten alive. It was very peaceful and everyone was polite, sometimes telling me stuff like "I'm taking a bit of your thigh, it'll be great with some lettuce" and I'd be like "Oh ok cool"
*hypnotizes y’all*
you will shift you will shift you will shift you will shift
need an ascended kin or smt like that thing cuz how do I explain I was a human once but ascended and now I'm an multidimensional deity
while you are here, please consider donating to my friend alaa. we've raised €26,136 so far. alaa needs to buy supplies for the winter and prices have increased drastically. she needs food, warm clothes, and a shader for her tent. she has been verified by 90-ghost and the butterfly effect project (#307).
you can also win a les mis themed sketch from @thevagueambition by donating €20 and filling this form! there are only eight slots so hurry up!
donate here
ME MANIFESTING THAT EVERYONE WHO SEE THIS POST GETS WHAT THEY WANT.
(Masterlists)
ill try to draw myself in that Ms paint pixely art style, wish me luck chat
Ayo this frog look at it
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.