Hello, can you please reblog or publish a post for my campaign? Due to the weakness of donations, they pass slowly as ice. I hope you can help me. A small amount like $10 will be more than useful to help me and my family. Thank you for everything💔🙏
Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundrais‼️💔🍉🍉🍉
Farah is #310 on the Vetted Fundraisers List‼️
Right now, donated money is being used to help us survive this war. Food is very expensive and my family has to pay rent for the land that our tent is on. However, I want to save up enough money to evacuate my family to a safer place where we can rebuild our lives. I dream of returning to university to finish my computer science degree. I want to provide a better life for my family than is possible in Gaza. My family and I have many dreams we would like to fulfill after this war. We are grateful to everyone who donated and helps us during this time of suffering. Thank you for reading
https://gofund.me/73d4b003
Keep the febloog chain going boys
"Bleed the Sky"
The sky bursts open,
not gently,
not softly,
but like a body breaking,
like something holding on for too long
finally letting go.
The first drop hits—
hot asphalt hisses,
dust rises like ghosts startled awake,
and the earth opens her mouth
like she’s starving.
There’s no beauty here.
No poetry.
Just the raw writhing of water finding cracks,
finding hunger,
finding every place that aches or crumbles or waits.
The rain doesn’t ask permission.
It doesn’t care where it falls—
forest, rooftop, desert, skin.
It pounds against leaves as if to punish them
for turning their faces away,
fills the throats of rivers
until they choke on their own rushing,
slides down windowpanes like tears
too heavy to hold back.
And it keeps going.
There is no tenderness in this.
This is not about grace.
This is about gravity and surrender,
the weight of billions of tiny impacts
stripping the world bare.
And something in you loosens—
against your will,
unraveling in the rhythm,
in the relentless pounding that reminds you of your own breaking,
of the times you couldn’t stop falling.
You stand there,
letting it hit you,
letting it drench everything you thought was safe.
Maybe this is what healing feels like:
not silent, not soft,
not clean.
But messy.
Wet hands in the dirt,
skin soaked,
blurry vision as everything spills.
The rain knows.
It always knows.
It comes to destroy,
and in the destruction
it leaves something you didn’t know you were—
raw, gasping,
and growing.
(I didn't make these)
My ex got them for me lol
#is it so bad that I actually want this kind of romance?
“they hated eachother!!! they tried to kill eachother!!” WRONG!!! THEY BOTH KNEW THE OTHER COULDNT DIE THEY JUST DID IT FOR THE THRILL AND RAGE!!!!! THEY SACRIFICED THEMSELVES FOR THE OTHER!!!! THEY PLAYED YOURE THE ONE THAT I WANT DURING THE FIGHT IN THE HONDA CIVIC!!!!!! WOLVERINE LITERALLY MOVED IN WITH DEADPOOL. IM NOT CRAZY.
To the High Priest Cadion,
With all of the love of the OtherBeings, we hope you make it to the wedding of R. Darciest P. II and Elyrssa H. Kriftssues. We miss you very much.
...all of us.
But, moreover... how are you feeling? Are the views of the Hazel River as beautiful as they say? Are the people of Diordian nice? Have they treated you well?
Arleen isn't happy, she wants to know what you're doing, who you're with and where you are..... and frankly, I do too.
It's been many, m a n y, months since your last report. It's been WEEKS since your last letter! Are you okay?
I know you told me not to, no matter what, but I've sent some health-men to make sure you're alright.
I've missed you everyday since you've left for your annual spirit journey. And I've missed you even more since your last letter when you told me that you were going to stay in Diordian for an extended period of time.
All I can hope for is that you find your spirit again, and hope that the OtherBeings keep you safe, and then some.
With all of my love for anyone in the world,
Second High Priest London §
*<3*
TRANSMASC SUKUNA FOR THE WINNNNN
(notice those top surgery scars? That's how we know)
you guys will NOT believe where my savings went
wait wtf is cream soda
UGHH *growls in rizz*
WHY DO ALL THE COOL FREAKY PEOPLE *slicks hair back and bites lip*
HAVE TO BE PUNISHED ✊🏾😔 *shakes dreads nonchalantly*
DONT WORRY POOKIE 🎀🗣️
I SAVE YOU FROM THE SICKNESS 🤺🤺🤺
I can’t believe I have the flu and laryngitis🧍🏼♀️
To make matters infinitely worse right now? I just started my period. I’m being punished.
getting you getting you getting yu getting you getting yuo getting you getting u
i know its the mets, but this is the coolest shit i’ve ever seen a human being do
somebody match my freak I might be cooking
Loser, 17, probably acoustic. Bunch of stuff that the lizard in my head screams out from time to time.
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