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advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love
“I’ll come back to you.”
a compilation of cassunzel art that you can get prints of in my store :) help me escape a homophobic country: get prints ✦ commission me ✦ donate ✦ share this post
#101
There is no childhood in Gaza 💔
At this time, children are usually on summer vacation, playing in the streets and going to the beach to swim. But this does not happen in Gaza. The occupation kills children in cold blood in front of their families because they demand their right to play like other children in the world. What injustice? You are my last hope. Our children want to go to school and live in peace and security
How can you help our children? This is done by donating, publishing the campaign, sharing it with friends, and reblogging. Thanks for helping us
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in my mind youtube isn’t a social media because i don’t talk to anyone on there. that’s just where video is :)
I just reada really good fic but halfway through I realized "oh shit this is really familiar.... didn't I write something like this once?" And as I kept reading I kept predicting what happened next and the further I went the more convinced I was that they'd ripped off my story-
like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?
So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?
But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.
It's MY URL.
IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.
THE ONE *I WROTE*.
In *2013*.
And FORGOT ABOUT
BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING
And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like
IT WAS ALL GOOD?
IT WAS GOOD THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME??
I'M A GOOD WRITER?????
D&D shenanigans
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I truly hate the word "unalive." There are so many other euphemisms that fictional Italian mobsters worked so hard to provide you with and you just ignore them.
this is killing me. get cherried idiot
Original poster of Fagtober edit receiving a ceast a desis from Mattel.
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no! touching grass will kill her she needs tv show that sucks to live
based on the trailer with Enid's new hair and nails for season 2!! :P
my friends open drawing requests and i bow my head with shame and avoid eye contact as i ask for the character they Already Knew I Would Ask For
My name is Ahmed Nimer Ahmed Abuzour, a man who devoted his life to his family and my four children: Mohammed, Muhannad, Mai, and Moayad. They were the pride of my life and my hope for the future. Our lives were filled with love and challenges, but I watched them grow before my eyes and dreamed of their bright futures. Mohammed was a promising young man at the beginning of his life, and Mai was a talented girl with big dreams.☺️🥀
But in a single moment, everything changed. The war came, and it broke out in our city. I was not prepared to lose my loved ones, but fate was harsher than I could ever imagine. In one tragic day, I lost Mohammed and Mai. I lost my only daughter, and my son, who was the hope for my future. The pain was indescribable. I found myself drowning in a sea of sorrow and emptiness.😭💔🥹
I could no longer face life with the same strength. Every corner of my home reminded me of them. I would look at their belongings, their pictures, and feel like my soul was torn apart. Days passed, but the grief deepened, and the loss became unbearable.💔😭🥀
One day, as I sat quietly reflecting on my life, I remembered the words of my son Mohammed, who always said to me: “Don’t give up, Dad, you’re stronger than any hardship.” In that moment, I felt as though my children did not want me to give up. I knew I needed to turn this sorrow into something meaningful, something that would honor their memory.💔💔😭
I decided to start helping others, especially children who had lost their families, just as I had lost mine. I opened my home to these children, began caring for them, and gave them the love I had lost. In helping them, I found a kind of solace, as though I was trying to fill the void left in my heart by my children.💔🥹🥀
But I need help to rebuild my life and the future of my remaining children. I want to regain hope and help these children have a better future. I ask everyone to donate to support this noble mission and to bring hope back into our hearts. Every contribution, no matter how small, will make a significant impact.🙏🏾🙏🏾🥀💔
Help me to rebuild our future so that we can be a reason for changing the lives of other children.🙏🏾💔🥹
claude monet's lilies. details.
