hollow-toy:

mutuals can always dm me but be warned i talk like your coworker who is trying too hard to get to know you and my response times are akin to the response times you might get if we were communicating by letter

evilsoup:

this is just truthslop.you believe it because it happens to conform to reality

micromontage:

you only like this because the sum of your experiences and time alive predispositioned you to enjoying it

chainsaw-headache:

i love ‘bumfuck’ as an intensifier

Middle of bumfuck nowhere……. cus Yeah we’re really lost… anal sex style 😞

finns-gifs:

dogpuppy:

jumpscart:

Sometimes you will be a lesbian to your parents and a straight man to your partners parents and a gay man to your partner and a woman to your grandparents and out to your friends and stealth to your classmates and a nice young lady to the cashier at the coffee shop and then people on your computer will ask you to choose which of these identities you ACTUALLY are and which you are Appropriating The Oppression Of because don’t you know they contract each other. You can only be one thing solidly forever

energyprison:

honestly having a brother is a lot like just knowing some guy

warrior-of-storms:

Very stupid that I can’t take the muscles out of my neck & upper back & beat them with a meat tenderizer. I think that would fix me

sporesgalaxy:

fadel-dani:

neechees:

fadel-dani:

closet-keys:

fadel-dani:

sporesgalaxy:

pitbolshevik:

fadel-dani:

fadel-dani:

fadel-dani:

fadel-dani:

ALT

This image isn’t just a fleeting news item; it’s part of our daily reality in Gaza. While thousands of trucks loaded with tents, blankets, food, and medicine are held outside the Strip, prevented from entering by the Israeli occupation, we face a humanitarian catastrophe that worsens day by day. We die here every moment. We suffer constantly, and everyone ignores what we’re going through.

I was injured more than 600 days ago. Shrapnel from the bombing of our house, while we were inside, is still embedded in my body. I’m still injured and unable to receive proper treatment because of the siege and the lack of medical supplies. The pain is constant, but what’s worse than the pain is the feeling that we’re forgotten and that everyone is ignoring what we’re going through. We constantly ask for help, and everyone ignores us.

My family and I are very ill now due to the winter storm that began yesterday in Gaza. Because of this winter, we haven’t been able to recover due to the lack of medicine and shelter from these recurring storms. Our tent is torn and leaking rainwater and cold air. Worse still, all our blankets and pillows are soaked. We urgently need to buy medicine and treatments, but they are very expensive because the occupation prevents the entry of medicine into Gaza. Therefore, we desperately need your help by donating so we can buy these medicines quickly. Please donate.

Worse still, I have a runny nose and severe sneezing. When I sneeze, it feels like the metal fragments (stuck in my body) are moving inside me, and I experience excruciating pain in the affected areas and my wounds. Please help me so I can buy my medication as soon as possible. Please donate.

please donate

Please give what you can to help Fadel get medicine, and help he and his family survive the seige and the dangerous weather

I am very ill right now. When I sneeze, it feels like metal fragments are moving around inside me. I am extremely tired. I just sneezed, and my wounds and injured areas are in excruciating pain. I don’t know how long this pain will last. Please help me by donating so I can have my surgery as soon as possible and buy my medication. Please donate.

Please help my friend Fadel. He needs care urgently. No one should have to suffer like this. Please donate if you can.

I don’t know what to say or do in this intense storm and winds exceeding 70 kilometers per hour. I can barely stretch my hand out to write this post. Please, whoever shares this, please, please donate to us.

20% raised so help if you can, even if that means rbing this

The pain has become unbearable; I even wish for death. I feel no relief, and the pain is relentless. I still can’t afford my medication. Every moment feels like my last. My only wish is that everyone knows what I’m going through, and that my voice reaches anyone who can help by donating so I can buy medicine and repair our torn tent. Please donate and don’t abandon us.

Please do what you can to help Fadel and his family, sharing or giving even a small amount will add up to making a difference