#“MileStone”

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1000 posts!

Stop shaming me for being chronically online

[thishazeleyeddemon]

It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

^^ is the autogenerated text. How I'm feeling is closer to

It's my ten year anniversary on Tumblr

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LOOK AT ME MAMA IM TUMBLR FAMOUS !!!

this doesnt feel like an achievement at all, mostly bcuz most of the likes come from that horrible english guy thing. still thanks for the dopamin guys yall get an imaginary hug

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[ismails]

Please help me rebulid my Bakery

Vetted here by @90-ghost

I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖

On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.

But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.

Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.

The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.

But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.

As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.

The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.

Here the pictures show Ismail doing his job as a baker, but in the harsh war, after he had a large bakery, he started baking and helping people in an old oven made of clay. His first and last concern was to help people.🌾🥐🥖

Vetted here by @90-ghost

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AO3 Celebrates 14 Million Fanworks

AO3 now hosts more than 14 Million fanworks! If you want to find out how we celebrate our fannish community, read more at https://otw-news.org/ymr8b4cu

[miskayana]

What would you do 🤔

[amirashawikh]

Dear Generous donors

I hope u all fine.

Our lives have become very difficult. There are no minimum necessities for life , there is nothing .

I came to you today to tell you about a dream before my birthday, which is 11/11. I hope to reach our first goal, which is for Amira.(5000 usd )

Plz if anyone see this post 5 Aud make difference .

https://gofund.me/65d3c667

Sorry for sharing 😞🙏

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What would you do? 😚

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[freelanderadventures]

Call of the wild

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[safaakhatib]

Hi, I'm Safaa, a mother of two girls. I'm living through the horrors of war here as you read my message. I'm fighting death and running with my two children, wateen and Naya, from one place to another to save their lives. I'm escaping a real genocide and the spread of diseases and epidemics.

My husband is a journalist who was seriously injured in the head and almost killed while covering the events. I sincerely hope you can empathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us.

Your generosity has the potential to make a huge difference.

Please donate and/or share 🙏🏻

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