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Being an adult in this recession and being like wow I am totally "splurging" on 3 new sets of cotton underwear and 3 pairs of socks like whoaaaaa hold your horses duke of the land where's all this money gonna come from

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I had a panic attack in front of my roommate (who was my friend before she moved into my room) while she was on the phone with her friends. She paused to ask me if I was okay, and when I couldn't form words to answer, she turned around and continued her conversation like nothing was wrong.

This girl lost her Dad months ago and I've been nothing but supportive. I hate myself for giving her all that time.

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LMFAO Liam you cutie

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Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight

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You're Invited

Let's celebrate Liam's life this weekend (25th of October - 27th of October).

Whether you're online Friday, Saturday, and/or Sun -- please use #thankyouLiam or #thankyouLiamPayne. I'll reblog as much as I can. (Feel free to take the tags to other apps as well!)

Share your words, your favorite memories, videos, inside jokes, photos, fanart, fanfics -- anything that feels good. Liam brought so much joy and light into the world, let's give it a chance to shine again.

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How has it been a week?

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Harry has a specific wtf Liam face😂😂

Lirry, you will always be the old, grumpy married couple in my heart. like

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I first heard What Makes You Beautiful when I was in 2nd grade, and stupidly enough, I didn't like it. What's the big fuss about some teenaged boys singing at the beach? Nothing.

I heard Best Song Ever and I danced like there was no tomorrow in 5th grade, and then I felt Story of My Life was sad. But I didn't understand what it meant, or how much I'll be falling in love with these five boys in the near future.

In 7th grade, I heard about some guy leaving, some new song called Drag Me Down and then some band going on a break, and it didn't bother me much because they were just a bunch of rich singers.

8th Grade came, and Drag Me Down would play early in the morning on my school speakers of all places. Probably the first of their songs that I knew all the words to, but duh, who cares. And then one day when life got too hard, Rhea told me about this little boy band she's been obsessed with. And my egoistic 13 year old self pretended not to like it much. Then one day I found myself singing something called You & I that she'd forced me to listen to, and then I heard more of their songs, and then the old video diaries, and interviews and all of a sudden my life was full of Liam, Niall, Louis, Zayn and Harry.

One Direction pulled me through so much. I found myself obsessing over Little Things, it made me feel loved. I loved dancing to She's Not Afraid, imagining 18 playing when I would eventually fall in love some day, hoping one day I'd have as much fun as they did in the Live While We're Young video. I wanted to do nothing more than go to a One Direction concert when they would reunite.

The solo music came along then, and I loved every bit of it, but every night, right before I slept, I'd pray for a One Direction reunion, all five of them together.

It was all I wanted until Nanaji passed away. After that I wanted to kill myself every day, and I tried but failed every time. But these boys were here, pulling me through it. I prayed each night that I wouldn't wake up the next morning, but I did, every damn day. And these five got me through each day, making sure I was okay, even though they didn't even know I existed.

I got psychiatric help and eventually did get better for a while, and every day I danced my heart out to One Direction, and their solo songs. I even did that little fangirl scream after months, when I found out they were going to dance to Strip That Down on my seniors' farewell party. Mom and Dad would go to the temple after dinner, and that was our time, those 30 minutes each night. My silly ass would wait for them to leave, stick a picture of One Direction on the wall, plug in a pen drive to the TV and dance. The first time Where We Are was on Vh1, I sat on the floor so that I could feel like I was 'in the audience'. I didn't care if everyone thought I was crazy. I was happy, and I wanted to stay that way. Mannya did eventually get bored, maybe even moved on, but I didn't. I didn't need to when I have them, the best thing I could have had. And to have a video with Story Of My Life playing as the background music on my own Graduation Day with a picture collage of all my memories at school from 12 years? Absolute happiness. I met my new best friend, converted her to a Directioner, and it was just us and our favourite boys, doing everything nice. Nothing mattered except for the fact that my crazy little mind thought I could marry Niall and become best friends with Louis, Liam, Harry and Zayn.

COVID-19 was horrible. Nothing could have prepared me for what was to come and how everything would go wrong. I was back to being depressed to the point that I wouldn't get out of bed unless it was to use the washroom. My family had their own troubles and it was just me, getting through things I couldn't explain to anyone. I was slowly losing interest in everything, even One Direction, and it was hurting me so much. I didn't want to live, but still, I hoped one day I could be okay again. I loved and supported the boys through it but there was always more on my mind, and I felt like I wasn't being the best fan, but I tried.

I'd only recently started doing better. I lived alone for almost six months, and it made me find myself again. And every chance I had, there was a One Direction song playing. Things were nowhere close to what they had been before 2020 but I was hoping I could change it. I'm almost old enough to get a job, and I would get myself and my family out of this mess. And probably, hopefully, still get a chance to see One Direction together. I still hoped for it after almost 9 years. Because they still make me happy. They've been the ones to get me out of situations where I wanted to kill myself, situations that I never discussed with anyone, not even my best friend.

Liam is not doing okay. I could see it. The amount of hate that he has been getting recently is disgusting. Nobody seems to care about what it could do to his confidence, and it scares me. People learnt nothing from Johnny Depp and Amber Heard's case. It worries me and I wish I were rich enough to get on a plane and see him and tell him I trust him and I love him and nobody in the world can ever tell me he could be so wrong.

I can't put into words the things that I have been feeling today. You have been pushing him too far. The man that makes my life better is suffering. To wake up to this news is not something I could have imagined. It's horrible, and I don't think I can ever recover. I think I can't trust anyone now, that I can't rely on anyone anymore. Maybe next time there won't be anyone to pull me out of things when they get too much. Maybe that could be a good thing. Because maybe I could go where he has gone and hopefully give him that hug, and tell him that I trusted him, and I can never hate him.

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Garba aata nahi toh bhi timepass mein earphone mein Falguni Pathak sunti hu, holi, rakhi, navratri, janmashtmi, ganesh chaturthi, diwali, christmas, new year sab kuch akele spend karti hu ghar se dur reh ke aur bina kisi dost ke.

Bahar se khaane ka mood hota hai phir yaad aata hai ki sab kuch kitna bekar taste karta hai idhar toh koi point nahi paise waste karne ka isliye chup chap namak roti chawal kha ke so jaati hu

Week mein 2 baar chakkar kha ke slip karti hu, chot khaati hu lekin bataati nahi kisi ko kyunki koi fayda nahi. naye dost banaati hu lekin attach nahi ho paati. Ghar pe baat karti hu rona aata hai, nahi karti toh akela lagta hai. Kaam karti hu toh neend aati hai, sone lagti hu toh har cheez ka stress hota hai aur neend udd jaati hai

Same cheeze kar kar ke bore ho gayi hu lekin kuch naya karne ke mental strength nahi bachi hai. Ghar jaane ka mann hota hai lekin ghar exist nahi karta aur best friend hai toh itni itni itni dur ki almost 4 saal se mili nahi

16 ki umar mein responsibility bataa do aur 18 pe puri daal do aur din mein 100 baar yaad dilao ki sab tumhe sambhalna hai chahe parents ka retirement aur future ho chahe behen ki padhai chahe masi aur nani ko support karna ho

aur phir kehte ho relax karo ho jayega sab

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What a shame it is to see peaceful protests where students are asking for an end to the genocide being met with force. We need an end to the occupation and an end to the genocide.

X: ShaukhSulaiman

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Hello.

I am Laila Shaqura, a Palestinian, displaced from northern Gaza to the south due to the war.

We live in very difficult conditions here, especially after entering Rafah. There is no safe place to go. We now live in a tent west of the city of Rafah, where insects, garbage, and epidemics spread due to the lack of necessary treatments and clean drinking water. We were all infected with hepatitis and it was very difficult. In addition to that, the very high temperature here in the tent, the bombing and destruction everywhere, we live in terror here.

Our future and education have been destroyed, neither schools nor universities.

Amon was supposed to have finished high school this year, and then I would go to university and fulfill the dream of years, but unfortunately everything was destroyed. Our homes, our memories, and our childhood were destroyed.

Even the basic necessities of life have become unavailable.

In fact, we are struggling to survive.

There is no safe place and there is no solution but to leave the country, but unfortunately travel costs are very high.

My uncle set up a fundraising link for us to help evacuate us to safety.

Please help us and share it on your page or with your friends, thank you🩶

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Free Palestine protesters shut down the Golden Gate Bridge and 880 freeway in Oakland. This is huge🫡

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I’m always a slut for lying in bed for hours on end doing nothing productive.

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im a multishipper until you try to touch my babies ok.

james and lily? absolutely. lily and mary? adorable. james and regulus? grumpyxsunshine GOLD. regulus and barty? our favorite psychos. barty and evan? you know it's growing on me

but other ships instead of wolfstar????? like??? they're the only ones for each other argue w the goddamn wall

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That's my man y'all.

Severus; "I assume you realise this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in my class?"

Fred; "Is there another type of idiocy you'd be more comfortable with?"

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[Important Update 10/05/2024]

TLDR: Please help a trans disabled venezuelan person of color help their father appeal for an USA parole so the economic crisis doesn't eat their asses alive

[alt title: Maduro bastardo vas a caer imbécil]

I speak from complete honesty when I say that I wish I didn't have to come to this, but the situation here due to the economic crisis seems to just get worse each day, and we strongly fear that regardless of the outcome of either country's elections around the corner, the possibility to leave to the USA and work for a better situation than here will be cutted entirely from our possibilities. This week I spoke longly with my father and we got to the conclusion of saving and helping as much as everyone can to help him appeal for a parole, stay with trusted relatives in Miami, and work to help things over here a little better.

I'm currently working trying to keep things at bay as much as possible. But my relatives at Miami estimate that in order for my father to emigrate safely we'll need At least 8 Thousand, not to mention all the external spends in basic services, food, and others in the meantime we save as much as possible to help him move in the nearest future before the elections of either country

Because of this. Along with any donations anyone wishes to make, I'm currently offering semi-traditional doodles in this rendering style at $30

You have no idea how much anyone helps by even simply sharing this post as much as possible, thinking on the future has been really exhausting and I'm open to working for anything in order to disperse my mind. I hope I explained myself as best as I could, if anyone has any doubts then please don't doubt in contacting me through DMs or Ask prefferible to avoid bot flagging.

PPAL

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( $30 / $10000 )

(Original post before date under readmore)

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Well hey there! I used to be ghonrenoki but either the growt in traction or the high amount of ask and messages flagged my past blog as a robot :^)

I'm a venezuelan disabled trans artist still in urgent financial help over here. I don't want to repeat myself of be too personal, but essentially our car's wheels broke and we now have a new urgent thing to assist, so that's why after consulting friends and clients I elevated a little the goal and comm prices.

If you have the chance, please consider making a donation, buying a commission, or just helping me by rebloging this post is more than enough! <3

( $150 / $2000 )