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My bed and pillow are suddenly rocks. I have never felt so uncomfortable. I can feel my entire weight on the mattress, and no matter how I turn my head it's crushing my jaw.

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1947 pakistan attacked first

1965 pakistan attacked first

1971 pakistan attacked first

1999 pakistan attacked first

2001 terrorist attack by pakistan

2006 terrorist attack by pakistan

2008 11/26 terrorist attack by pakistan

2016 terrorist attack by pakistan

2019 terrorist attack by pakistan

2025 terrorist attack by pakistan

yet the cries for peace and humanity only echo when India retaliates.

the world weeps when terrorist camps are reduced to dust—but stayed silent when our people were turned to ashes. was our blood not red enough to stain headlines? did it not matter, just because it flowed quietly through classrooms and prayer halls in Poonch? where was the outrage when bombs fell on unaware children in response to us shelling their terrorists? when prayers were silenced mid-sentence in Gurudwara?

was peace not a global concern then?

was humanity not an international concern when our unarmed citizens were hunted down and killed right in front of their family—mercilessly shot in the name of religion—when all they wanted was to enjoy a vacation with their families in the hills of Pahalgam?

do only terrorists deserve mercy? not the child clutching his dead father’s shirt? not the mother who still sets a plate for the son who’ll never come home?

why does the world stay silent when we mourn, but raise its voice when we defend?

do the hands that carry weapons of hate deserve more compassion than the hands that held their daughter’s as they died?

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Why do people keep reblogging that photo of a goth chick in a combine harvester

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btw the thing she couldn’t ignore was someone calling her out for saying anti-depressants/hormone therapy are only perscribed by lazy doctors

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Holding Onto Memories 🎞️

There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.

Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.

If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.

No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙

And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏

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What Would You Do If You Lost Everything?

Imagine waking up one morning to find your home destroyed.

Your family torn apart.

Everything you knew—gone in an instant.

This is my reality. My name is Naser, and I never imagined I would have to beg for help just to survive.

💔 I lost my mother and sister in an attack. Our family home, the place where we grew up and laughed together, was reduced to rubble. My three younger brothers and I were left with nothing but grief, fear, and uncertainty.

We have been displaced twice, constantly moving, hoping to find safety—but how do you rebuild a life from nothing?

🎓 My Dream Is Simple: A Future Beyond War. I want to go to university, build a future, and support my brothers so that they, too, can chase their dreams. One wants to become a doctor, another an engineer, and the youngest… he just wants a childhood free from fear.

But right now, we are struggling for basic survival.

💙 You Can Help Us Rebuild. We need a home. We need education. We need a chance.

Your donation—no matter how small—can help us take the first steps toward rebuilding our lives. And if you can’t donate, please share our story. It only takes a moment, but it can change our lives forever.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring. Thank you for giving us hope.

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Craving a ✨studio Ghibli✨ hug right now

Howl's Moving Castle (2004)

The Wind Rises (2013)

Ponyo (2008)

This is for all my fellow people who hate physical touch but crave it so badly.

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Bring hope to a family in need ❤️

Mohamad has been shattered by loss and now faces crushing debt while fighting to protect his sister and her five children. Your support can give them the safe, fresh start they desperately need.

We’ve reached 21% of our €20,000 goal (€4,279 raised), but there's still a long road ahead. Every euro counts, and every share spreads hope.

This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.

Please donate or pass this along to someone who can help.

✅ Verified by Association:

@bilal-salah0 Here

🔗 Donate & share: Donation Link (gofundme.com)

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Every day I am thankful to not be a TikTok user

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I feel so lonely it's not even funny anymore

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Guys i don’t want to optimize you if you still care about genocide in gaza .

But the news saying the ceasefire agreement is done and they will maybe tomorrow Announce it .

Best thing is the isareli army will withdraw from all Gaza Strip that’s mean the Rafah border crossing will back to work again so i need your support your help so I could take my brother Mohammed out to be with his Son Zayed and his wife.

And didn’t told you before my brother Omar engaged and His fiancee still in north gaza. He asked me alot to tel you about her so he can also be with the love of his life.

Don’t think your contribution is small even the one dollar helps . Sharing also helping.

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school essay idea: the cultural significance of clumped mascara

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Asking here in hopes any of y'all can help. I have a raging UTI right now, and the antibiotics I've been prescribed are $75. Unfortunately I can't afford them until the 14th, and I'm terrified of waiting that long in case it becomes PID, or spreads to my kidneys.

If any of y'all are able to help chip in with ANY amount of that cost, it'd be greatly appreciated 🙏🙏 My PayPal is feedingthefire123@gmail.com or, if you're Canadian, my etransfer is Erica.plotnikoffalexander@yahoo.ca.

Thank you so much, to anyone who is able to help 🥺 and I'm so sorry to be asking yall

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[attempting to flirt] if i was stuck in a timeloop id desperately explain my situation to you every single reset

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My name is mahmoud mohammed jaafar jaafar i studied computer engineering and graduated from university in 2023 i worked as a software engineer in a local company here in gaza unit the war started, then the company got destroyed and became unemployed and our house is destroyed partially and became inhabitant to live in but nevertheless we stayed in it because we do not else to go i currently live in north gaza where is a scarcity of food and i have 3 brothers and 4 sister one of them died while he was trying to find food for the family so i am the eldest in my family now i have to provide a living for them

Any amount you give me will help me a lot in supporting my family in Gaza in light of the fear and lack of food, medicine and drink

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #388 )✅️

Any amount you give me will help me a lot, even if it is $10.

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Have you ever felt like wishing for death?

I am the one who wished for death so that he would not see the specter of torment and the bitterness of regret

I sit on the ground under a tent and look at my children starving and suffering from pain and fear while they are in front of me shivering from the cold and the smell of death that is everywhere and I cannot do anything as if I am chained in front of them a lifeless corpse and tears welled up in my eyes from grief over their condition.

I wrote this hoping to find a heart that beats with mercy to extend its hands to save us

Is there anyone who will answer?

https://gofund.me/c5fa0afb

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