!!URGENT!!

i dont know why but i am physically incapable of saying "you're welcome" like it feels wrong when I say it I feel eugghhhh

I NEED to make drawings of my moots but idk how to depict them so for now I will just draw their favs

Hello, my brother, I am Maysara from Palestine. I live in the destroyed Gaza Strip. We see death in all its forms. I have four children. I hope for help. If you cannot help, help me share my story. I am very sorry to bother you.

It is not a bother in any way, don't worry about it. Anyone who sees this, please repost it, donate, or spread this story so that hopefully they can get help.

"My name is Samed… and this is my story."

My name is Samed. I’m 23 years old. I was born into this world without a father—I grew up an orphan, searching for safety in the arms of my mother and siblings. We are a simple family: my mother, two sisters, two brothers, and me. We tried to stay strong, just like my name means—Samed, the one who endures.

We’ve been collecting pieces of loss day after day. The first deep wound came when my brother Jihad was killed. His martyrdom felt like a knife in the heart. We tried to stay strong—for him, for my mother, and for the ones still with us.

But I didn’t know that Jihad’s loss wouldn’t be the last…

In a single moment, without warning, a missile struck our home. The house we built with love and patience—the shelter from all life’s pain—was turned into rubble. And in the middle of that destruction… my sister Alaa was there.

She didn’t make it out.

Alaa—her voice still echoes in my ears. Her laughter fills every corner of my memory. Her face never leaves me. She died under the rubble, and a part of me died with her. Now, there's nothing left of our home… only pain, emptiness, and memories that burn more than the fire itself.

Today, I, Samed—the orphaned young man who lost his brother, his sister, and his home—have only these words to cry out with:

Please help us. Support us. For my mother, for my surviving siblings, for the dignity we are still trying to hold on to.

We are not just numbers in the news. We are souls who dreamed. Families who built a future on hope and resilience.

We need your voice. Your hearts. Your hands—to lift us from under the rubble and back into life.

https://gofund.me/d80c4cad

Do we fw cherrycola (cherry x sodapop) my liege

YES I HAVE NOT HEARD OF IT BEFORE BUT THEY ARE CUTIES NOW

BRO I was dropping off my science project this morning at my science teachers classroom with my friend and the teacher wasn't in there yet so as we were walking off I said to my friend "hurry up im scared of Mr smith" and then my teacher spawned in front of me and I ran away as fast as possible and he looked at my friend like tf??

fanfics written by ACTUAL PEOPLE made with ACTUAL CREATIVITY >>> ai chatbots

i just found out my friends absolute asshole of a mom got the see the outsiders musical before me

fuck the universe

this is war

update-reread most of that was then, this is now while on a plane

got through like 5/7 of it because I wasn't wearing my contacts and my eyes hurt. I somewhat understand a BIT of the mark hate but I feel like if you hate mark WHY NOT BRYON??? idk I might be immature or something but still bryon pmo and mark is my son.

ty kyuru tho for helping me w understanding mark a bit more even though I will NEVER turn on my child like that

#sehinton #thatwasthenthisisnow #bryonandmark #mark

Dear Tumblr souls, you beautiful, strange humans—

you laugh through the pain,

you turn sadness into soft, glowing aesthetics,

you post memes in the darkest hours,

and somehow, your hearts remain warm.

When you feel someone is hurting,

you become shelter—an open hand, asking for nothing in return.

I'm not asking for pity, but right now… I need you.

I'm Kareman from Gaza 🇵🇸🌸.

*This painting was drawn by my friend Zara ❤️

I'm trying to get through what life threw at me—with an open heart ,We were displaced ,There was bombing everywhere—loud, close, terrifying ,We fled with nothing but our lives.😞💔

Our dreams have changed ,We no longer dream of tomorrow— ,our dream today… is simply to eat.

My son, Hamoud🥹, asks me, “Mama, when is dinner?”

And sometimes… I have no answer.

That kind of pain shouldn't exist in a mother's heart😭.

My campaing vetted by/ @90-ghost here , gaza-evacuation-funds here

If you can help🥹❤️, even a little—this is the donation link:

gofundme.com

Donate to Save Kareman Dohan's Family from Despair, organized by Zenzi Zeme

I’m Zenzi and have made this GoFundMe for my friend in Palestine and her family. H… Zenzi Zeme needs your support for Save Kareman Dohan's F

🌸Or PayPal🌸

And if you can't, sharing this could still bring us one step closer to a meal.

Thank you, deeply.🌸"