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Dear Supporter,
I hope this message finds you and your family in good health. My name is Eman Zaqout from Gaza. I am reaching you out to seek your urgent help in spreading the word about our fundraiser. I lost both my home and my job due to the ongoing genocide in Gaza and we are facing catastrophic living conditions. 💔
I kindly ask you to visit my campaign. Your support, whether through donating or sharing, will help us reach more people who can make a difference. Thank you for your continued support for the Palestinian cause. Your dedication brings us closer to freedom. 🙏🕊
Note: Verified by several people as 90-ghost and aces-and-angels. ☑
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Art by Juluurkhan Khalgaev
My comfort object is a heavy backpack filled with items
Great. I behaved like a mindless animal. Then again humans had instincts too, and my situation had been particularly dire the past few days. Surely she would be understanding. It was best to not overthink. I held a fortune of rose quartz over her head. My insurance.
She coaxed me onto a glass table. I took refuge in her shadow, trying to keep my pulse down. This was it. No crevices. A huge wall of nothingness ahead. Anything could dive down and catch me. Anything could jump from the shadows.
Laila lit a candle. A small, domesticated fire.
“Are you sure this is fine? It’s so open out here,” I asked. I stared into the flickering flame. The buzz of crickets struggled to fill the silence. “Nothing is going to hurt you, you can come closer if you’d like,” she said. I leaned against her hand, covering at least my back. She remained calm. My eyes slowly adjusted to darkness.
Our surroundings were a void. A mass of trees beneath us, so domineering and ubiquitous that it was as if they were a single entity. Above a certain threshold everything ceased.
“When you look up there is nothing,” I said.
“Are you talking about the sky?”
Great. I behaved like a mindless animal. Then again humans had instincts too, and my situation had been particularly dire the past few days. Surely she would be understanding. It was best to not overthink. I held a fortune of rose quartz over her head. My insurance.
She coaxed me onto a glass table. I took refuge in her shadow, trying to keep my pulse down. This was it. No crevices. A huge wall of nothingness ahead. Anything could dive down and catch me. Anything could jump from the shadows.
Laila lit a candle. A small, domesticated fire.
“Are you sure this is fine? It’s so open out here,” I asked. I stared into the flickering flame. The buzz of crickets struggled to fill the silence. “Nothing is going to hurt you, you can come closer if you’d like,” she said. I leaned against her hand, covering at least my back. She remained calm. My eyes slowly adjusted to darkness.
Our surroundings were a void. A mass of trees beneath us, so domineering and ubiquitous that it was as if they were a single entity. Above a certain threshold everything ceased.
“When you look up there is nothing,” I said.
“Are you talking about the sky?”
The thing about hair removal discourse is you never see people mention the weird stabby nerve pain you get from too long foot hair
I wish I could talk to like. Spiders and birds and stuff. We might have things in common it could be a vibe
Genuinely Extremophile when Lex the gayass Lizard has to learn first hand about murder, fascism and the way history is written by the winners to make its current subjects complacent
In the Extremophile the people who are perceived to be autonomous, the doers, so to speak, by definition end up accepting the most responsibility. Yet their capacity for change perpetuates their ill fate, less so masters of their own destiny, instead forced by the dreamers to do their bidding. Indeed, their abilities are not theirs, but the consequences are. Their strength is the weapon that ultimately kills them, like a titan falling, smothered by its own weight.
This is the. First work of fiction that intimately explores how tops are oppressed
Drunk chortle
suicidal elvis: i'm going to kill myselvis
All i want in this sussy Baka life if a sailboat but im a coward
Lydia Pettit (American, 1991) - Dog Woman (After Rego) (2024)
Very different and unique types of cunt present in this image. I'm obsessed
the top left Peter is clearly the gay receptionist everyone hates, he watches TikTok at work with no headphones, and makes ig reels grwms
Middle right Lois is a depop reseller who owns an instagram brand selling made in china jewelry.
She lies that her vape isn't charged when people ask to hit it due to her lack of sharing kindness.
Definitely the type of beautiful girl u meet in the city who's live is a modern horror.
Bottom left Joe is the most evocative to me, she serves drunk girl outside of a mid house party. She's reflective and disheveled but still the prettiest girl at the entire event. You just wanna offer her a cigarette.
Bottom right Peter is from Portland. He was heavily involved in the graffiti / pill scene as a teen. He rebranded after getting on testosterone to focus on her true passion (cheating in poly relationships and abusing his housemates)