I Pretend Like I'm Normal As If I Haven't Been Cooking Up Absolute Mayhem In My Drafts For The Past Week.
I pretend like I'm normal as if I haven't been cooking up absolute mayhem in my drafts for the past week. Bouta get real 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 up in this bitch.
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Please stop and listen to our painful story and help me save the family 🇵🇸🇵🇸
Help me get my father and mother out and secure their lives
The story of my father and mother who suffered from illness and lived under the wall of a tent
“The tent was their only shelter. Its winter wall was made of threadbare fabric that did not protect them from the cold or summer heat. Inside, they were lying on a thin mattress, two defeated bodies suffering from diabetes and high blood pressure. They woke up every day to the sound of chronic pain and dreams. That relaxes with every breath.
reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
(yandere! manager x gn! reader)
"bring out your manager!"
"dude we can't-"
"i said, bring out your manager!"
you state firmly, glaring at the front desk employee who was giving you attitude.
you had come with your friend to this luxury store, wanting to do some shopping... only for you to be screamed at by the front desk employee.
apparently you guys looked too 'low class' to be shopping in the store. like what? what the actual hell? that is so stupid!
you couldn't stand for it. not at all. which is why you were standing up for the both of you. like, how could you just allow this to happen?
but this damn employee didn't seem to want to reason with you. just call the manager, damn it!
you continue glaring at the employee until he rolled his eyes at you, picking up the phone as he speaks in a condescending tone.
"sir, there's some low class people that want to see you... yeah, I'll call security- huh? does either of them have a black card? uh... I haven't asked-"
"yes i do!"
you exclaim loudly, hoping your voice would be able to reach the other end of the phone. and you think it did, with how the employee seemed confused that no one was replying to his words anymore.
"ugh, seems like sir is coming down to meet you two... consider yourselves lucky-"
"baby?! you're here?!"
the manager skips over to you, a lovesick expression on his face as he engulfs you in a hug. you merely smirk at the employee, flipping him off as the manager, aka your rich boyfriend, coddles you. hm... maybe you should get back at the employee?
"yeah, anyways, that guy over there tried to kick me out y'know? called me and my friend low class and all..."
you feel your boyfriend's grip tighten on you as he looks up to make eye contact with the employee. haha, you couldn't even feel bad for him after what he called you and your friend who just wanted to shop peacefully.
"you, get out. you no longer work here."
"b-but sir!"
"you're a low class scum too. never enter my sight again."
your boyfriend threatens, glaring at the front desk employee who gets dragged out by security.
man, you love having a rich boyfriend.
No, no, you're good. I simply can't read slowly
I read your title thing was "Yem8's Hard" and was like.
"Cool, me too."
And just followed. Idk how this makes you feel, but I thought I'd let you know
Wait what.
Edit: YOU SCARED ME GFNKAEJGBASKJG I THOUGHT I TYPO'D SO BAD MY TITLE WAS THAT FGJEKSGNJKSGBNJSABG!!!!
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Trapped family in Gaza appeals for help to survive
I'm a mother of a 2-year-old child. His name is yousef... I see my son growing up in front of me and I do not know how or when. This is not what I wished for him. I was dreaming of a wonderful life to spend with him...a life not full of death, fear, destruction and deprivation...I wanted to fill his room with toys and his closet with clothes, and I wanted to buy children's books for him, but I couldn't...the war came and the wishes were gone...my goal became to provide him with milk and food. I can barely afford anything. Everything is expensive and we no longer have income to enable us to buy his needs. Kram eggs have been deprived of many of his basic needs. He has been deprived of safety and stability..No, fruits, or meat.
There is nothing but fear that fills my son's eyes as soon as he hears the voices around him. He does not realize what It happens outside, but he feels and sees it in our eyes when he looks at us.I cannot protect myself and my son. Help me to save my son yousef. He deserves a better life, as do all the children of Gaza and the world. Alone, I cannot, but with your help, we will be able to find a safe place and a better future for my son. Be a reason to change a child's life for the better by visiting our link on GoFundMe. And donate anything to us, no matter how small...every dollar makes a difference and give a life for my son..
I am Youssef. I was very young at the beginning of the war, but now I have grown up and can walk and know how to speak and understand everything. I hope to get your help in publishing or donating on our Aaljo Fund Me account
Verified @90-ghost
5£ may seem small
The most difficult decision for us was to leave our country, to leave Gaza, overcome the obstacles we faced and the losses we suffered, and begin a new life from scratch.
