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Do you think we'd be friends in another universe?

Us in another universe:

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Happy late birthday Smol! I know it was last month, but I figured I'd send you some late wishes 🫶

oh my god hi bright!!! it’s been a while, sorry i just saw this now 😭😭 thank you so much! happy late new years btw! i hope 2024 treats you well 🫶

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So I read a lot of fanfics recently and my mind is reeling from all the travel buddies possibilities

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silly 5 frame animations i made on gartic phone at 5 am

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do not stop talking about Palestine!

there are Shut It Down For Palestine actions planned for Friday, look for one in your area if you can. they're not all registered on the Shut It Down website, so check social media as well as their list.

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doing my part; wrote a starcicle fic focusing on their code-ness. bon apetit o7

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51801271

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Palestinians are not "animals."

They are not "children of darkness."

Little kids are rescuing cats and trying to comfort them when they themselves are terrified.

A doctor broke down when his father and brother came into the trauma unit.

And several of his colleagues hugged and gathered to comfort him.

Journalists are playing with babies.

Doctors are refusing to evacuate hospitals because their patients can't and refuse to leave them.

There's a little boy who gives tea to the journalists and thanks them for spreading their stories.

He's displaced at the hospital, his home is gone.

A kid was asked what he wants to be when he grows up and he said kids in Gaza don't grow up.

Kids are writing their names on their arms so they can be identified.

Momin Kireka is a Palestinian journalist who was disabled by an Israeli attack in 2008.

And despite the difficulty in moving around, he vows to continue to show the world the truth.

Awni, a young Palestinian boy has a gaming YouTube channel he loved so much.

He was killed in the bombing.

Mohammed Sami was an artist who's dream was to open an art gallery.

He was playing with the kids to raise their spirits. And the next day he was killed.

They are victims.

They are going through unimaginable horrors and still find it in their hearts to be kind.

They have hopes and dreams just like you and I.

They are people.

And they deserve to be recognised and known as such.

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one thing you won't know until you experience it for yourself when you create art out of love is how it feels when people receive it with love. when you post a doodle and someone keeps it as their lockscreen, or when you write a story and someone tells you they were thinking about it all day, or when you post a poem and someone shares it with a touching caption. doesn't matter if it was objectively good or not. matters that someone spent time with it, that someone really, really liked it, and you made it. this kind of interaction, i think, it can really sustain you for weeks. it can sustain you through a lot of terrible things. its confirmation that you exist, and that (however briefly) your existence was appreciated by someone else through your art.

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no “two or more” because mama didn’t raise a centrist. choose the one that fits most

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hi! to any of my indonesians out there, i’m opening commissions!

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@nathanwpyle

I literally love this.

I couldn't stop laughing for 20 minutes.

No joke.

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OP made this post unrebloggable but me and my bf made this meme in a fit of obsession and it had to be shared

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losing is a fake idea invented by Big Mad to sell more angry

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Magical girls be like "I'm gonna save the world" then only save the lesbian they like and leave the rest of the world to burn

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I dreamed I went outside and God used a finger of fire (like in The Ten Commandments) to write "YOU MUST WORSHIP ME. RESPECT THE BITE" into the concrete of my driveway

and I spent the rest of the dream trying to figure out what the second half of that sentence meant