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the priest in fleabag

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I WISH IT HAD ALL BEEN DIFFERENT!!!!!

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i NEED to sit by the SEA and FORGET that i’m ALIVE

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find myself listening to music i loved years ago and i realize i still am her

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🌿 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. 💚

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studying ancient history will have you thinking stuff like The 18th century was basically yesterday

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dog eating a hot dog at the mariners game

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damn

Happy 18th Birthday, Tumblr!

Welcome to legal adulthood in the US! You're now old enough to do all sorts of things.

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a good night out HAS a three act structure

a night out at the club can have a three act structure

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A Future Feels So Far Away 💔🍉

I try to imagine a future, but right now, survival is the only thing we can focus on.

We’ve raised $1,580 so far, and while there’s still a long way to go, each act of kindness reminds us that we are not forgotten.

If you’re reading this, please help us keep going—through a donation, a reblog, or simply by keeping us in your thoughts.

🙏 If this message reached you unexpectedly, I’m sorry . Please feel free to ignore it if needed.

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Thank you for being part of this journey. ❤️

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the day i move out and get to live my life an angel will gain wings

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ricevere il bonus cultura è stata la cosa migliore che mi sia successa quest’anno