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Breaking News 🥺😢💔💔💔

Gaza under fire again‼️‼️

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #523)

We wake up afraid from bombing and unfortunately the war return again. 💔💔💔

I'm so afraid about my family and my kids please help us evacuate from this place we are crying now and screaming because of the strength of bombing around us.

please help us everything is very dangerous and we return to the killing people. you can support us and my family by donating or sharing my compaign.

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I appeal to you with all the pain and suffering. We are living in difficult circumstances as a result of the war in Gaza. Our homes have been destroyed and our dreams have faded. We are stuck in Egypt after my wife and I lost our jobs. My family lives in constant fear. My brothers, mother and father also live in Gaza. The catastrophic conditions are the result of bombing and genocide. They are facing an endless nightmare and I need help. Your help to protect my family and restore hope to our hearts

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Please, please, look at my donation campaign and help me. I have newborn children and my son Ahmed needs treatment. He is a heart patient and suffers from two holes in the heart. He needs help and treatment. We do not have money and we are stuck in Egypt because of the Gaza war. My wife and I lost my jobs and there is no source of income. I would like you to help. To care for my children and provide the necessary treatment for my child Ahmed, please donate even a little thing to save my child’s life

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You Are Keeping Us Going 💙

I never thought I would be here, writing these words, asking for help just to make it through another day. But war does not leave you with choices. It takes everything—your home, your family, your future—and leaves you with nothing but grief and uncertainty.

I lost 25 family members in a single moment. I can still hear their voices in my head, still remember the warmth of their presence. But they are gone, and I am left to carry the weight of that loss.

Our home was reduced to dust. Everything we built, everything we owned, disappeared in an instant. And now, every day is a struggle just to survive.

But because of your kindness, we have now reached $2,500. It is still far from what we need, but it is a reminder that people have not forgotten us. That even in the darkest times, compassion still exists.

💔 We are still displaced, still searching for safety. 💔 We are still mourning, still trying to find a way forward. 💔 But your support gives us the strength to keep going.

Even $5 might not seem like much, but it adds up. If you can’t donate, just sharing this post can help us reach someone who can. Every act of kindness matters.

Thank you for being here. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters #309

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some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

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echolocation

i wonder how bats feel when you drop them into an abyss full of rich, detailed pictures and full, flowing quiet.

i wonder if they stumble about screeching into oblivion only to get no response

i wonder if their brains whirl attempting to figure out some roundabout way of listening by imitating sight

i wonder if they despair and break down and sob until they shiver because they have so much they need to say so much they need to love yet they are lost in a world designed to be their foil

i wonder if they begin to revile themselves believing themselves to possess an inherent flaw for if something so deliberate exists how could it not be full of utility for other normal creatures?

i wonder if their desire to simply find joy twists to become their worst enemy and teases their every breath and chides their every motion and berates their every heartbeat

i wonder if they attempt to somehow fly away only to discover that the abyss always flies with them

i wonder how bats feel when you drop them into an abyss full of icicles of richly painted tapestries and tsunamis of viscous, sticky quiet.

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This was my home in Gaza…💔

The place where my family and I lived, filling its corners with memories and dreams. But the war left us with nothing; our home was bombed 🥺, and everything we owned turned to rubble. In the blink of an eye, we lost the place that sheltered us and the security that held us together as a family.😔

Today, we urgently need your support—not only to rebuild a place we can call ‘home’ but to regain a sense of safety and stability for my family. Every contribution, no matter how small, will help us start over and rebuild what the war destroyed.🙏🏻🍉🇵🇸

Thank you to everyone who supports us and stands by us during this difficult time. Your kindness is the hope that gives us strength to keep moving forward.🙏🏻❤️

Donate here please

My compaign has been verified by @heba-20 @charmcoindied @allthecryingdragons

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URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

Please Donate now:👇.

https://gofund.me/2f20a398

Ddonate Via Paypal 👇.

https://www.paypal.com/donate

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Hello 👋, I hope you're doing well..

My name is Mahmoud, and I'm a 17-year-old from Gaza. The ongoing war has devastated my city, destroyed my school, and made daily life incredibly challenging.

Despite these hardships, I'm determined to continue my education and build a better future. I've been given a chance to study abroad, but I need help to cover the costs of leaving Gaza, as well as living expenses and other essentials abroad once the crossing opens.. 🙏

If you can, please consider donating or sharing, your kindness can truly make a difference, and thanks for your time. ❤🍉

https://gofund.me/bd3ccf0b 🔗

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to you, it’s a shitty sentence. to some random bitch 500 miles away, it’s a fire line that’ll haunt them for the next 17 years.

you don’t know how impactful your writing is because it’s been in your brain for far too long now. you’ve stared at it for hours and repeated “this sucks” over and over again to the point that you killed your capacity to feel anything about your work.

but trust me, once you get your shit out there, someone’s gonna go over that paragraph you hate and go “jesus fucking christ” and put the book down to have an existential crisis.

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loving shakespearean woes

i tell gentle quiet tales of thy wist and as dear children scurry to snatch and covet a seat as to observe my love and list as eyes drift 'pon my dearest beloved pet

my heart remembers beating loud for you my mind remembers dancing to your whims my eyes recall all memories anew my mouth remembers singing you love-hymns

but i only remember one of many things which might sound worthless in your magnificence but to all argumentations my heart sings 'your screeching will not make a difference!'

as i am lost beyond this fog of memory thy forever eyes are unending in my reverie

(hello there! this is my first sonnet. it was very fun to write, but i know it probably doesn't sound as good as it could be. if you have any feedback to give me, please, please, please give me all your feedback. be harsh, be gentle. i need it either way.

also, thank you for reading💜💜 )

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I am a writer,

Which means I have never given

A straight answer.

Opulent strings of words,

Pearls grinding against one another,

Teeth like seashells triturating -

Always eloquent, always windy,

Never forthright.

But I would like to be candid,

I would like to be honest

And unequivocal.

If only for you.

So when I say I long for

Your petal soft lips brushing gently

Across my flushed skin,

Your fervid breathy gasps

To fill my lungs

As I exhale for us both at once -

Know that I am asking for a kiss.

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before i drown

the last piteous moment is: spent wailing, screaming for help, bellowing for a companion to come to my rescue; spent, not wisely in gratitude, not foolishly in self-importance, but only humanly-- still lost in love, filling my dying mind incessantly with worries and troubles all for the sake of 'merely' all the affections and affectations of my heart only to discover that all the depths of emotion and every single thing that i consider the very foundation of human life is forever to be left uncared for when in your last moments; spent in the grip of death-- both my mind and soul desperately groping every small particle that may even barely mimic safety, grasping onto every tiny holding, holding onto every memory (barely) by my mouth if i have to refusing to let go of the hope of life even as this dearest lover melts away into nothingness and absconds in front of my eyes;

there is yet a little nag in the back of my head--

why is it so easy for the sands of life to slip away? life, who i held so dear and near, life, who felt so heavy, full and real, how can she just fall away so easily?

is my dearest lover who has (arguably) been my longest and best love only a mere dream? is my dear life, whom i have loved and cherished so truly just this pointless and this meaningless that she can be so easily gotten rid of without having any impact?

as water fills my lungs and last recollections fill my brain, as the sea and my life are lapping around me, as my body succumbs and my soul grows tired, i only whisper one wish into these waters that now cradle me;

let this last of my life be the first of a new one. let my last breath as one with form become my first sight as one of essence. let me meet new people and become new things as i make the foretold transformation from long-forgotten child to forever cherished goddess. let my essence become this loved water and give me all the delights that i have yearned for in my forever real form.

(am i being drowned in the water and losing all of myself or am i rising from the water mingling with it embracing it only to become all i have ever desired?)

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sky canvas

as i traverse this familiar path tracing old beelines hearing old whisperings mingled into the breeze stopping by at old memories

as i (re)visit the splatters of emotion painted over the pavement shimmering with the same brightness they had when we had laid them down

as the delightful smiles that once surrounded me and used to fill me with ecstasy are now sitting on my shoulders looking, (with nostalgia, homesickness, and their ever-present melancholy,) directly into my eyes piercing into my cheeks injecting their potent passion and poisonously painful yet sweet sentiment

as i remain lost in painfully sweet pasts

the sky-canvas above me is the only sign of the passage of time, painted with her many delights; yet all her delicious pinks and all her smiling oranges and all her comforting blues will never be enough to pull me back into the poking (un)comfort of the present. for i am doomed to ne'er find joy; forever reminiscent of times gone by and to never make newer, more joyous times wash up at my feet

i shall ne'er make smiles anew unless recounting those of the past.

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let yourself be held, though plant one foot on the ground for even a feather becomes heavy when held for too long

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her

with her dearest eyes and their melting browns (whose each crevice is filled with undulating joy and undiscovered love) becoming bedazzled gems, two lamps ignited, when lit under the sun filled with dimension and tasteful elegance;

with her delicate skin with its many textures and beauties all the lines etched onto the infinite tablets that make her face-- each smile line, forged from countless tales of deep love and joy; each little wrinkle-wave, lashing onto the shores of her gentleness, with its bioluminescent memories leaving behind tracks imprinted into the sandy shores of her youthful face; each line on her lips, every generous crevice, holding within it a lulling, loving song a gentle, whispered poem a whisper or two-- a confession of deep, flowing, crashing love

with her lined, creviced hands moving with the grace and delicacy that only those hands that have carried the magnificence of hearty, healthy love can possess; having the marks and folds that only hands which have given many people of the world joys that have seen unattainable to them and delivered it right to their doorstep can make beautiful

how can she consider herself-- she who is the epitome of love, beauty and all the things of yearning-- how can she think she is unliked and unwanted beauty?