kauriheart
kauriheart
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header from meeeee :3 hi, call me cat! (they/them) read my story boy https://q9gfm5x3.play.borogove.io/ and that's all you need to know about me
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kauriheart · 8 hours ago
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kauriheart · 8 hours ago
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“you wanna know how i this insane?”
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the joker
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kauriheart · 17 hours ago
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Gotten really into calling cute, baby-like things baba recently. If you see something cute and child-like that is baba. C00lkidd from forsaken is baba to me. Red from colours is also baba. That green cabbage fuck baby is baba. You understand.
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kauriheart · 20 hours ago
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mice are having sex in my walls :(
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kauriheart · 24 hours ago
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kauriheart · 1 day ago
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hey wait! i know you! we used to be chained next to each other in the cave! wow, so good to see you, how are ya? man. remember how we used to talk about the shadows on the wall together. gosh that was a long time ago. but hey. sure is one heck of a sun out here, right? it's good to see you.
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kauriheart · 1 day ago
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The Power of Memories 🎞️
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed, and I want to share a little bit of my journey with you.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place I once called home. Life was simple but beautiful. I remember sitting with my family in the evenings, drinking tea and telling stories. I remember walking through the streets, greeting neighbors, feeling like I belonged. I remember celebrating birthdays, laughing over silly jokes, and dreaming about the future.
But in the blink of an eye, everything changed. My home is gone. My family is not whole anymore. My city is unrecognizable. 💔 The streets that once felt so safe are now filled with emptiness. The laughter has been replaced with silence.
And yet, I hold onto my memories. Because memories remind me of who I am, where I come from, and what truly matters. They remind me that love, family, and connection are stronger than destruction.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family, tell someone you love them, appreciate the warmth of home. These small moments are what truly make life beautiful. 💙
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kauriheart · 2 days ago
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kauriheart · 2 days ago
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when i was a kid my parents bought me an inflatable doll of the Scream by Edvard Munch (??) that was significantly taller than i was at the time and i used to slow-dance with it and pretend it was my boyfriend. It had its hands attached to its head obviously so it felt like he was always a bit horrified to be forced to dance with me
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kauriheart · 2 days ago
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kauriheart · 3 days ago
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two wonderful things i saw online today
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kauriheart · 3 days ago
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DID YOU. JUST FLIP. MY SWITCH?
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kauriheart · 3 days ago
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my beloveds :3 (got a new sketchbook so i drew them ofc)
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kauriheart · 3 days ago
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my century-old great grandfather taking a sip of whatever concoction 8-year-old me brewed for him by using every button on the soda fountain instead of the iced tea he asked for
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kauriheart · 3 days ago
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fuck my stupid gay life i drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was DRY 😭😭😭
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kauriheart · 3 days ago
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The colours worms might be back. Been thinking about pink my girl pink my revenge obsessed ruthless teenage girl... Idk..... We'll see.... Might write more colours
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kauriheart · 3 days ago
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Sometimes, time seems to move in a vicious cycle, repeating itself in a painfully astonishing manner, as if mocking humanity’s ability to learn from its mistakes. Two images are separated by 75 years, yet they appear as though no time has passed as if the gap between them is merely a few fleeting moments.
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The first image: A Palestinian elder holding the keys to his home, from which he was forcibly displaced after the Nakba of 1948. An image filled with pain, with tears that dried on faces, and hearts that collapsed under the weight of loss. Yet, hope for return still filled those hearts.
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The second image: A recent photo that tells the same story, but this time, the protagonist is my young sister, Maryam, holding the keys to our home from which we were displaced after the Nakba of 2023.
There is no difference between the two stories, except that this time, the story is even harsher and more painful.
History seems to repeat itself, but this time, it comes with a level of suffering that humanity has never witnessed before. The killing and destruction that have ravaged both the land and its people have become more brutal at a time when many believed humanity had learned from the lessons of the past.
I'm human, and I'm asking you to act from your humanity.
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