jackhollow-mdb
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March is (was) here so you know what that means!! Annual Assassination Classroom rewatch time! And what better way than to watch it with Sun and Moon this year :D
PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE THIS
@wejdan30 and their family are in need of your help! they haven’t reached their goal yet, please help them reach their goal by donating if you can and please make sure to share this as well!
If you have a lot of money then please give them more, but if you don’t have much then try to give them what you can, anything helps!
please do NOT ignore them, please do what you can to help them!
🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
there's no greater betrayal than finally starting to read a book you've had sitting for months on your shelf or your desk or your nightstand and then finding out it's bad. like. i gave you a fucking home.
URGENT: HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD
I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉
The Israeli occupation forces launched drone strikes on my husband, Fayez, and my son, Mohammad.
my husband was hit in the head, while my son Mohammad was wounded in his legs.
Although my husband's condition has stabilized, my son is still suffering immensely and urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.
So I started a fundraising campaign to save my son before he dies.
Ddonate Via Paypal 👇
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .
I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.
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.
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Help my Son " Ezzdeen "
🌟 Our campaign is vetted by
🇵🇸 @/gazavetters List at #291
🍉🍉🍉 We are currently at €544 out of €5000 first goal - please consider donating to my Ezzdeen and helping us reach our goal as quickly as possible‼️
I want you to know that my ezzdeen is "ADHD" and very picky in his food, and now he is suffering from huge weight loss, because the crazy expensive prices for the food ,so that we can't afford to buy what he accepts, without you ezz will not regain his health.
We needs your support more than ever, the daily costs of living, the expensive treatments, I hope that through your support I can reach safety with my family.
Please Take Action Now‼️
GFM Donations Link Here 🍉🇵🇸
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me listening to foreign music and not understanding a single word of it
the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.
if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.
me as a writer
“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you
i sit down to write and suddenly i am the most distracted human alive. the chair is uncomfortable. my coffee is too hot. my playlist isn't quite the vibe. i need to research what victorian houses smelled like in 1872 for exactly 45 minutes even though my story takes place in space. and yet the moment i'm trying to fall asleep? every single sentence i've ever needed just lines up perfectly in my brain like some kind of creative parade i'll never get back.
i'm a big fan of tv shows where they do an episode from the POV of a side character and they're living in a completely different genre than the main character
![[ID: Art of five mechanical pencils with eyes, moving, coiling, and slithering like snakes. They are pink, orange, green, purple, and blue. The reference image of Bic mechanical pencils is in the top left. The background is plain. End ID]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/20355aa40a7e562b535edffe64e39962/cbd9ce0a989a9026-4e/s500x750/27ca05bbb1ea8822d5d76e074c70416db8e360e3.jpg)
phantom pain by Caitlin Conlon once again being held at gun point to post this- (thank you /̸͆̅ ̎̅̿ ̄̿̈ ͆̈̚ @pumpkin-mines for your torture)
“Why’d you do that?” Please remember that I am using what I’ve seen in humans to mimic them
sketchbook
My girlfriend was like 20 minutes late for a meet up and texted me to tell me she’s not lost at sea on an odyssey, this girl is bloody amazing, I love her so much
Hello, my name is jack and this is my first post.
