cipherinator
cipherinator
the cipher guy
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Hi guys - cipher - he/him
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cipherinator · 2 hours ago
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thank you hatsune miku............
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cipherinator · 2 hours ago
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goku if he was running for us president: Hey! It's me Goku! I heard homelessness is a strong issue! Let me fight it!
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cipherinator · 3 hours ago
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Tits not being detachable is a fucking design failure man </3
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cipherinator · 4 hours ago
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Traveling
personally, I dream about visiting Korea. It's a beautiful country, I love it and I watched some of It's series
If there is another destination tell me in the comments, I would like to Know your dream.
And Never forget to support me and my family by donating here
Vetted by @bilal-salah0
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cipherinator · 4 hours ago
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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
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A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
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No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
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cipherinator · 4 hours ago
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as a child being told "the moon controls the tides" with no additional explanation was like. oh okay. you want me to believe in magic? you're talking about magic right now? okay. fine
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cipherinator · 4 hours ago
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cipherinator · 4 hours ago
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The war has returned and my tent was bombed over my head. 💔😭😭😭I was injured in the lungs and foot and I suffer from blood accumulation in the lungs. Please save my life. Donate so I can buy medicine or travel to receive treatment. My condition is very critical. Please donate to me, save my life, I am in the hospital, there is no treatment or anesthesia, the costs of the operation, anesthesia and treatment are very expensive, about 3 thousand dollars, please💔😭😭😭 do not leave me to suffer after the bombing of my tent in the Shujaiya neighborhood, my children are sleeping in the street without Food or shelter please donate to me 💔💔😭😭😭
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cipherinator · 4 hours ago
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No one is left. We are all going to die. They killed his parents, his wife, his children, his siblings... (and they will kill him). This is the reality of every Palestinian. Time is up. Protest. Say no to racism. Don't just watch — you can make a difference. To the world: You are not powerless.
To Tumblr users, to the trans community, to designers — all of you: Take to the streets and protest. Boycott companies supporting the aggression. Share the truth; do not stay silent.
Donate to trusted organizations that support the Palestinian people. Stand for justice and humanity.
You are watching, and someone else is watching at the same time. Join us.
✅️vetted by, @/90-ghost, & @/el-shab-hussein &@/gazavetters
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cipherinator · 4 hours ago
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Tits not being detachable is a fucking design failure man </3
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cipherinator · 4 hours ago
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Tits not being detachable is a fucking design failure man </3
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cipherinator · 4 hours ago
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Tits not being detachable is a fucking design failure man </3
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cipherinator · 4 hours ago
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Tits not being detachable is a fucking design failure man </3
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cipherinator · 4 hours ago
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Tits not being detachable is a fucking design failure man </3
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cipherinator · 4 hours ago
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Tits not being detachable is a fucking design failure man </3
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cipherinator · 4 hours ago
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Tits not being detachable is a fucking design failure man </3
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cipherinator · 4 hours ago
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Tits not being detachable is a fucking design failure man </3
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