lifewithjoy
lifewithjoy
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❝there was a woman born from a lotus. her heart was golden; deep as the ocean❞
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lifewithjoy · 9 days ago
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from this ask polly
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lifewithjoy · 13 days ago
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At the risk of sounding anti-intellectual, I think that college should be free and also not a requirement for employment outside of highly specialized career fields
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lifewithjoy · 13 days ago
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on watching a parent age
i saw somebody say “what if you’re gone and i haven’t become anything yet” and basically that broke me on a random thursday evening
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lifewithjoy · 22 days ago
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saw a video that was like “everybody comment what you did today so we can see how everyone experienced something different” and the comments have me tearing up on this train. what the fuckkkk. the human experience
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lifewithjoy · 30 days ago
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lifewithjoy · 2 months ago
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seokjin said life gets a little more bearable if you get silly with it 🫶 [슈취타] EP.12 SUGA with 진
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lifewithjoy · 2 months ago
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lifewithjoy · 2 months ago
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7 + 8 = 15
We yoink the 1 away and keep 5
2 + 4 = 6
add the 1 we shaboinked = 7
75
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lifewithjoy · 2 months ago
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lifewithjoy · 2 months ago
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🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿
In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.
My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.
And yet, we are still here.
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Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.
Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.
Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.
We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.
I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.
Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.
💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.
We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.
Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.
From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.
With all my gratitude, – Mohamed
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lifewithjoy · 2 months ago
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Any reason to learn a different language is good enough, whether you want to learn Japanese to be able to watch anime without subtitles, korean to be able to understand kpop better, italian because your ancestors spoke it, russian just because it looks aesthetic to you, latin because you like history or chinese because you want to get to a prestigious university, they all matter. If something makes you work hard in order to achieve your dream, it’s a good reason.
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lifewithjoy · 2 months ago
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lifewithjoy · 2 months ago
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people who know random things are so platonically attractive to me like yes let me be your best friend tell me about the history of liquid soap
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lifewithjoy · 2 months ago
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the thing about being nonbinary is that you really do start to forget that other people have such strict walls around what is and isn’t allowed for genders. i thought we all agreed that we made that up. could you climb out of the cave real quick and feel the sunshine for a minute.
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lifewithjoy · 2 months ago
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In the heart of Gaza
, where wounds never heal, a small family refuses to surrender. Their suffering has been transformed into strength, and they have made love their homeland. ❤️‍🩹🍉
Gaza is not just a city , but an immortal spirit, even in the most difficult circumstances. Despite everything, this family dreams of a better day.🏚🔜🏠
We hope you can help us build our lost home. Simple donations make a huge difference in our lives.🌿🇵🇸
Thank you to everyone for your support🫂🥹
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lifewithjoy · 2 months ago
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why is it so quiet here on weekends. are u guys out there clubbing? get in here and BLOG!!
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lifewithjoy · 2 months ago
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What Strength Really Means 💪
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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
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I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️
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