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Please don't skip my message 🍉🇵🇸 to our honorable people in the world My name is Abdul Rahman from Gaza.. I lost everything in life.. My wife was martyred and my child and I were injured by a missile that fell on us.. My life was completely destroyed and I was severely injured all over my body especially my legs.. The missile tore my wife apart while she was carrying our child.. I ask for your support to start my life anew and overcome the tragedy I am going through.. Please help me with any amount no matter how small to treat my injury and my child's injury and get out of the Gaza Strip and start a better life.. And spread my campaign and my story so that everyone can see it 🍉🍉🇵🇸🇵🇸

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https://gofund.me/c810ba27

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this is stupid af but i giggled while making it

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i love you im glad you exist im so happy you’re alive

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and with your help it can rack up 700k notes on tumblr in 2024

no tumblr this doesnt need tags im releasing it into the wild as god intended

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certified gob post

i love these little fellas

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URGENT APPEAL 🙏🏻

Part of our daily suffering is filling up the tank, because of its unavailability and constant interruption, we are forced to travel long distances, and this poses a danger to us, as missiles and shells are everywhere.

Please help us before too late

DONATE and REBLOG

Thanks 🙏🏻

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URGENT APPEAL 🙏🏻

Part of our daily suffering is filling up the tank, because of its unavailability and constant interruption, we are forced to travel long distances, and this poses a danger to us, as missiles and shells are everywhere.

Please help us before too late

DONATE and REBLOG

Thanks 🙏🏻

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Doggust 2023 (part 4) by Jonathan Wesslund

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if this post gets 1000 notes ill post the draft i least want to expose

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🙏Please donate a small amount that may save my father's life, only 48€ left to buy my father's treatment, his doctor's appointment is tomorrow, please do not ignore my message and do not hesitate to help me❤️‍🩹

Account No. 9 due to repeated deletion😭💔

✅My campaign is verified by: @gaza-evacuation-funds

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Hello everyone

I am Mohammed from Gaza, we live in tents and the situation here is dangerous, I am married and have two children, my wife suffers from blood clots and rapid heartbeat and needs lifelong treatment with blood thinners to avoid further clots, my son suffers from rapid brain electricity, my wife and son left Gaza to receive treatment, I live without them and I hope to meet them, they are in Egypt for treatment and there is no one beside them, they are asking for money to complete the treatment and I cannot help them, I hope you help them so they can receive treatment and live there, they need lifelong treatment

I ask everyone to help and reblog

Donate any amount that can help them get treatment https://gofund.me/9fb27249

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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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Let’s play a game

Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish. This one is mine.

My boyfriend is rly good at Latin, so I was looking up how to say ‘I love you’ but found this instead :)

Your turn!

@bookmovietvworm

@myfairkatiecat

@i-am-a-fish

@valtsv

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dash is dead im teleporting to the past

https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard?max_post_id=606474489540042752

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Im thiristy!

*plays clarinet for an hour*

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REFRESHING.

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Hello 👋🌸,

I hope you’re doing great! 😊 I’m Jaber, and I’m reaching out for help to evacuate my wife, Muna, and our 2-year-old son, Hashem, from Gaza. They’re in a really tough situation due to the war, and I’m doing everything I can to bring them to safety so we can be together again.

We also lost our small family business due to the bombings, so we’re hoping to rebuild our lives from scratch. If you could take a moment to check out our campaign, share, or even donate, it would mean so much to us:

Link: https://gofund.me/b8dbbb43

Thank you so much for your support 💖

Jaber and Family

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