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this year while we all celebrate pride month and celebrate ourselves as well as those who came before us and paved the way for us to do so, we must also think of those in gaza, queer or not, who live every day under a brutal occupation and don’t have that same privilege. happy pride, and may we see a free palestine in this lifetime.

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You'll never know how strong you are until strength is your only option."

From the heart of Gaza, these words become more true than ever. I am Bilal Abed Rabou, and I stand before you as a survivor of five wars, an academic student at Al-Azhar University and a software developer from the besieged Gaza Strip. I witnessed the devastating effects of these conditions firsthand

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We were a family, living in peace, love and warmth. But everything changed when conflict and despair swept through our lives. Living in Gaza means confronting ongoing conflict, struggling against poverty and the lack of basic necessities to live. Life is very difficult, and even the simplest tasks seem impossible. Yet, despite all the chaos and pain, we remained grounded by the warmth of our love and the strength of our spirits.

Even six months ago, everything changed. Our once home turned into a mess and everything we cherished. Since then, we have been lost, clinging to a world of uncertainty and despair. We left our badly damaged home with only a few things. Since then, our lives have been threatened

with every passing minute.

But now, there is no longer a reason to stay in this place full of suffering, where we are deprived of even the most basic and important rights, education, security and peace.

Our hearts hurt because of all this injustice. We were willing to endure anything to keep our family together and provide comfort and care for our father in his time of need.

With each passing day, our despair grows and our burdens grow heavier. We need your help to break the cycle of suffering, rebuild our shattered dreams, pave the way to a better future, and reunite with our family. Your support is not just a lifeline; Rather, it is a beacon of hope in our darkest moments.

Here you will find our whole story

And here is the direct donation's link

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👋👋🤝🤝🤝Hello,

I hope this message finds you well.

I’m reaching out with a heavy heart. My family is in dire need, and I am desperate to make their story heard. The harsh reality of war and suffering has brought us to the brink of despair. Your support, whether through sharing my blog post or making a donation, could be the lifeline we desperately need💔💔💔💔.

Every bit of help can make a significant difference and potentially save lives. From the depths of my heart, I thank you for any assistance you can provide.💌💌💌

With deepest gratitude,

Sray as safe as possible

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RIGHT, LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT IS ALL I HAD TO DO TO FEEL BETTER?!

autism is an insane condition because i spent all day feeling like dogshit and then i shut my windows and door and immediately felt like 95% better because it was quiet and dark. like WHAT

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my favourite con artist

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they are best friends

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Like/reblog if you think that you don't need to medically transition to be transgender

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Let me give you a virtual hug dearest ( =＾ω＾)

(＊ﾟ∀ﾟ)=3(*⌒∇⌒*)

Shout-out to the autistics who crave hugs. Shout-out to the autistics whose love language is touch.

And shout-out to the autistics who were denied a timely diagnosis because a misinformed professional thought you were "too affectionate" to be autistic.

You aren't any less autistic because of how you show affection. And you aren't nearly as rare as pop culture and outdated research would imply.

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I'm pretty sure I was to good at making friends for my teachers to really take into consideration all my other symptoms. Because looking back there was no way they didn't notice.

(they almost always approached me first, there are exceptions but still)

Shout-out to the autistics who crave hugs. Shout-out to the autistics whose love language is touch.

And shout-out to the autistics who were denied a timely diagnosis because a misinformed professional thought you were "too affectionate" to be autistic.

You aren't any less autistic because of how you show affection. And you aren't nearly as rare as pop culture and outdated research would imply.

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When will I find the Gomez to my Mortisha?

The extrovert to my introvert?

The social butterfly to my social anxiety?

Or in less flowery terms, I want a gf/bf but how the hell is my anti-social ass gonna get one?

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there has been a telecommunications blackout in bangladesh. several official bangladeshi websites have been hacked by a group called 'THE R3SISTANC3'.

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The Spiral

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Okay never mind, it was Martin but, I'm pretty sure it was The Eye that told him to.

So my point still stands

You can not tell me that The Eye making a bunch of tape recorders in ep 133 wasn't It panicking about not knowing were Jon was.

You can't, you can try but won't succeed.

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You can not tell me that The Eye making a bunch of tape recorders in ep 133 wasn't It panicking about not knowing were Jon was.

You can't, you can try but won't succeed.

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So cute(　＾ω＾)

Bothersome beast, comforting friend

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Shout-out to the autistics who crave hugs. Shout-out to the autistics whose love language is touch.

And shout-out to the autistics who were denied a timely diagnosis because a misinformed professional thought you were "too affectionate" to be autistic.

You aren't any less autistic because of how you show affection. And you aren't nearly as rare as pop culture and outdated research would imply.

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raise a glass to the posts you love that end up deleted. to the fanart and fanfics you lose track of and can't locate. to the blogs you used to look through that ended up unexpectedly disappearing. to the things you didn't archive because you always assumed they'd be there.