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WE CANT AFFORD TO IGNORE THEM, THEY ARE DYING, OUR LAZYNESS TO SEE AND HELP THEM KILLS REAL PEOPLE!!
IF YOU IGNORE THIS, YOU ARE KILLING MY CHILDREN‼️
The situation is very dangerous. My children’s lives are in danger. Their skin is melting and peeling from diseases. There are no medical points or doctors to treat them. There is no food available for them. Israel is killing us. Please do not help it with that, but rather help me. I have nothing left but my children. After I lost my family, my home, and everything I have, I have no hope left but you. Imagine that you In my place. Please, with a heavy heart, I ask for your support
"When I die I wanna go to heaven""when I die I want everything to stop""idk what I want when I die"
Well I want to nurse every animal dead of human negligance, cruelty or ignorance back to health and lead them to a nice place for them. Thats it. Thats what I want. I wanna spend eternity shaping new fins for sharks and healing burns on souls who died in a fire, and play with abandonned cats and dogs who died alone in the streets.
Thats it, thats what I want.
Forgot that Splinters arms are hairless :')
Now my inner kid needs to see an astronaute/firefighter/ghost-hunter win at this very same discipline. Ill wait.
I heard the cry of the people.🤲
Ok on so you seem to like the idea of creepy pasta kid Donnie so know there is only one question left here...
I heard the cry of the people.🤲
Ok on so you seem to like the idea of creepy pasta kid Donnie so know there is only one question left here...
Step into Our Shoes and be a Beacon of Hope in Our Story of Survival!
_ Imagine that we have been waiting for relief for more than 300 days.
_ Imagine that you lose someone dear to you, your mother, father, sister, brother, son, relative, and maybe most of them, and you continue your life in war the next day normally because there is no time to rest, of course, sadness is a luxury for us.
_ Imagine that your house is destroyed with all your belongings and you continue still normally because there is no time to collapse and grieve.
_ Imagine that you have been carrying gallons of salty and fresh water for more than 300 days and carrying them up to the floor you are on, and if you are lucky, you are on the ground floor of your tent (unlucky) until you get a stab wound in your back.
_ Imagine that every hour there must be shelling in your area and you continue your life normally, not feeling numb or maybe we are numb and no longer aware of the amount of beatings we have been subjected to. _ Imagine how many times the sound of a missile is coming towards you. You think it is on you and in the end it falls on someone else and for a moment you say thank God I am fine and my family is fine and a second later you realize that someone else has been bombed and how great the pain and oppression is. Well imagine how many times there is a bombing near your brothers and sisters and their homes and you call and how difficult the seconds are until they are unable to answer and you make sure they are fine… Can you imagine? _ Imagine what it means to sit in a session with your family instead of chatting and holding a referendum on how and where to evacuate because an evacuation order from the army has reached your area. _ Imagine how you choose your things and carry the most important things to leave the house and maybe never return and leave the important things because there is no way to take everything. Imagine how you are forced to leave a place you took refuge in because it is safe under bullets and shells and you check on your family. At the same time, they move and lift things to the truck or bus and you make sure they are fine and no one has been shot as soon as you move away from the place you check on each other and everyone is fine. _ Imagine being away from your home for months and hearing news that your house was destroyed and another time it was damaged by (simple) shells and you live in hope until God permits and you are sure that you and your fate are over.
imagine one of your loved ones getting sick and there is no treatment, no hospital, no doctors, and few can work and complete even a referral for treatment abroad, there is no. _ Imagine years of your life wasting away before you, no work, no education and you are unable to do anything.
_ Imagine that despite what I wrote and you read, this is a small part of my suffering in this war.
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Hm wanted to post something about my passion for accrobranche but then realised that english doesnt have a name for it... does it?
Update: ok so its ropes course anyway love it makes me feel like a muscular squirrel.
Ok on so you seem to like the idea of creepy pasta kid Donnie so know there is only one question left here...
Donnie working while listening to creepypastas.
All I know is that rise Donatello and mutant mayhem Donatello were creepypasta kids. I just know it.
Bro, why does Cassandra call you babygirl?
Hey its my first time posting art here so I hope you all enjoy this watercolor I did a while back :)
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French bulldog-
And i saw you,
Panting, struggling to climb even the faintest hill,
Unable to see or even smell the treat I gave you with pity.
And i tried to see the wolf,
If you were still of its kind.
I could only see a tortured beast, dulled and skinned of its past greatness.
It is all I saw behind those glassy eyes.
And i cried,
Oh how i cried.
I howled for the skinned forest,
For the violated land,
For our dull and lazy bodies,
I begged for everything that isnt anymore.
And i screamed at God,
For how could he let his kids destroy everything he created ?