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the pendulum is going to swing back so hard to woke, it will be unbelievable. you're going to be arrested if you go out without pronoun pins

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This was crazy like also the character had 1 letter different in his name which is hilarious because the name he made up isnt even a real persian name laik  OKAY WYD IF U FIND OUT UR GFS DAD WRITES FANFIC ABT UR FATHER ABANDONING YOU HELPPPP

Guys my dad asked me to do smth on his computer and i opened it on a word doc of like literal fanfiction about me him and my bf (not romantic) just really weird stuff he like wrote himself as a narrative foil to my boyfriends dad and also in the story my boyfriends dad abandoned and ghosted his family to live in iran

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Guys my dad asked me to do smth on his computer and i opened it on a word doc of like literal fanfiction about me him and my bf (not romantic) just really weird stuff he like wrote himself as a narrative foil to my boyfriends dad and also in the story my boyfriends dad abandoned and ghosted his family to live in iran

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we’ve been on that diorite

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i ❤️ my missed opportunities #mymissedopportunities

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Btw, you can donate to menstrual hygiene kits for Sudanese women, which I would highly recommend if you can

https://www.globalgiving.org/projects/padsforpeace/

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danger 🌀

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Woke up conventionally attractive & Bisexual again

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The Westbury Horse, 1939 by Eric Ravilious

Train Landscape, 1940 by Eric Ravilious

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The Veldt

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How my poopies doing

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SUICIDE. i mean have a good night man

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The Sims 2 at E3 2004

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instagram reels is actually the best short form video platform because if you use it too much it just starts showing you women with gigantic jiggling asses and dying dogs in quick succession, which is the best way to keep you from using it too much

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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ur payin eighty dollars for this?