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putting them in a jar together letting them fight to the death as i believe they are the same (mira will emerge with his head on a spike very quicky)

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they shoulda made skwisgaar bald for just like one episode. really give my fucked up little bitch a complex. this is payback against my father but he is deceased so i can only do so much

if he were bald would he wig himself or would he like wax his bald head for shine. toki wartooth hitting arc but instead he's just crisp slapping skwisgaar bald head for good luck

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i feel like the tax credit questionnaires that prospective employers make you take should only be given as like a one and done type deal ,, like girl the tax man HAS my information already ive taken that shit at least 3 or 4 dozen times over the last 8 months of unemployment can we give it a fucking rest

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Here is Gaza... Let's be honest and realistic. There is less talk about Gaza, and the issues there are no longer given enough attention. There are many massacres taking place in Gaza, but they are no longer being paid attention to. Here, death takes all its forms: burning, bombing, and starvation.

A heartbreaking scene of displaced people being burned alive, most of them women and children, as a result of the barbaric and unprecedented Israeli bombing.

Also, for *80 days*, not a single piece of bread has entered Gaza—it's a *war of famine and extermination*.

Think with me carefully. Gaza is going through the most difficult circumstances these days. You can't just look at words—do something. Donate, participate, help us with anything. No more silence.My family and I depend on your donations here so we can live in peace. (And remember, *the best thing you can do is help the oppressed in Gaza.)

Donate to us, even if it's just a little.

This is not an order, it's a request for help to survive.

🌟 Our campaign is Vetted by @gazavetters, mynumber verified on the list is ( #329 )✅️

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when did employers implement personality tests

im applying to be a dishwasher.

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There is a fire in my heart that no one can see‼️

This is the Third time I’ve lived through the brutality of hunger its harshness, its silence.

I walk through the streets of the city and find nothing to feed my children.

🩸The first time was last year, when I documented my situation holding onto a piece of bread after over a month of deprivation.

🩸The second time was 6 months ago when I brought some flour for my family and I was very tired because it was a very long walk.

🩸Now, I’m reliving that same pain.

The helplessness before my children, the heartbreak, it feels like I’m failing as a father. This is the very definition of powerlessness. I am of no use to them.💔💔

*Do you feel the weight of this hunger in my heart?

*Can you hear the cries of my children’s empty stomachs?

*Is anyone out there listening?

*Can anyone help us or Or convey the voice of this hunger to those who can help us?

Please donate, we are in dire need of your humanity. I hope you will not leave us to die in this harsh hunger. We want to feel that there is someone we can rely on to lighten this burden a little.

My campaign is verified on Gazavetters under # (88).

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hate those "here's how im surviving the recession - i dont buy brand new clothes! i buy mostly generic brand groceries! i dont go to expensive concerts or cons anymore!" girl that's already normal for the broke bitches. how are my fellow uninsured girlies doing, like what are we doing to survive. ive only purchased 1 box of bandages in over a year because theyre too expensive i straight up just tape a cotton ball on a wound now bc i cant afford to do anything else. give me your unhinged practices bc i would be tempted to fling myself into a wood chipper except the financial burden of my on demise would be too much on my family and friends. my hours at my cushy office job got cut from 35 hours a week to 5 (FIVE!!!) hours a week. im going to end up on the news

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I'm really worried for all of us. I want us to be as well as possible and for that to be the case we really gotta stay informed:

(resources compiled by sp0receress and agitpropnabsurdity on IG, I just copied em to share here)

best way to protect yourself is to wear a mask (n95 or kn95) wherever possible and do social events outside if you're not gonna mask. though the latter isn't foolproof, I read a case study of a jogger infecting a bunch of people in a park. it can happen.

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pack your boy up i can Not afford a divorce in this economy

are u telling me a shirmp fucked my wife

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starting a new business i need u all to tell me about your fathers so i can make them in skyrim and then have them leap from various cliffs and buildings. for catharsis or whateber you gays are calling it now

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are u telling me a shirmp fucked my wife

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brother, ain't nothin short about these curlies

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debating starting a little recipe blog for cheap and easy recipes bc this unemployment crisis is kinda killing me but i love cooking and having a low grocery bill ! also witchy recipes ,,, would you bitches read that ? some of us hoes need to eat more canned beans and frozen veggies !

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

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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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Do you still think of us?

Do you still think of our children — bleeding, terrified, broken — being slaughtered in Gaza by Israeli airstrikes?

Say it out loud. Say it with a repost. Because silence is complicity. And our children are dying. This isn’t just another post.

This is a mother’s cry. A desperate plea.

My own son was severely injured in one of the recent airstrikes. His tiny body, broken and bleeding, now lies in a hospital that has no medicine, no electricity, no hope.

He needs urgent surgery that can only be done outside Gaza. Every minute that passes puts his life at greater risk.

I am begging you — from one human being to another — to please help me save my son’s life. Your donation could be the reason he survives. The reason he gets another chance at life, at laughter, at childhood.

Please, don’t turn away. Don’t scroll past.

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

🙏 Donate, share, pray. From the bottom of my heart — thank you

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🚨 My Name is Nasr — and This is Our Cry for Help 🚨

I’m writing this with a heart full of pain and hope.

My name is Nasr, a young man from Gaza, and I’m sharing our story not because I want to—but because I have to.

💔 The war took everything from us.

In just moments, my entire world collapsed.

My mother and sister were killed in an airstrike.

My father is seriously ill and unable to work or provide for us.

Now I am the one responsible for my younger siblings—little children who have seen more horror than any child should.

We used to live a simple life.

We weren’t rich, but we had love and hope.

Now, we sleep under the open sky, surrounded by fear and uncertainty.

Every night, I wonder how I’ll feed them tomorrow.

Every morning, I’m just thankful we’re still alive.

This is not just my story. This is our fight to survive.

We are now struggling to afford even the basics:

A home, food, medicine, and safety.

Right now, we need your kindness more than ever.

Even $10 💵 can help us:

Buy food for the children 🍞

Get essential medicine for my father 💊

Buy them clothes or warm blankets 🧥

Give them a small sense of safety

If you can’t donate, you can still help.

🔁 Re-share this post. Spread our story.

You never know who might see it and feel moved to help.

We are not just numbers. We are human. We are survivors. And we’re asking you… please don’t look away.

🙏 Help us survive. Help us feel human again.