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If your 13 or older and still sleep with a stuffed animal please rb this im tryna prove a point to my friend.

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Oh shit forgot it’s April. Happy Autism Acceptance Month. I’m gonna go disappear off the face of the earth again

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reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

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Can you hear us? Can you feel what we’re going through? Fear. Hunger. Death. A never-ending siege. The silence of the world hurts as much as the bombs.

We're crying out to your humanity—please don't look away. Speak about us. Stand with us. We're not okay. We're trying to survive.

This is not a nightmare. It's our reality.

Don't forget us. Do something—anything. Share. Donate. Repost. Help keep us alive.

>> Our campaign is vetted by gazavetters list at (#291) Momen & his family

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Urgent Humanitarian Appeal: My name is Musab, a father of three daughters. Due to the ongoing war, I was injured, and my youngest daughter, Lama (4 years old), was also hurt. I have undergone one surgery on my shoulder but urgently need another. Unfortunately, my financial situation does not allow me to cover the costs.

I am reaching out to anyone who can help. Your support can save my life, help me complete my treatment, and provide care for my injured daughter. Donate to Saving Musab's family from war, organized by Mosab Hammouda.

"Please donate as soon as possible – your contribution can make a huge difference."

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Holding Onto Memories 🎞️

There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.

Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.

If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.

No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙

✅ Vetted by @90-ghost

And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏

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Support a Family in Need ❤️

Mohamad has endured immense loss and is now burdened with debt while trying to protect his sister and her five children. He desperately needs our help to secure their safety and give them a fresh start.

We’ve reached 18% of our goal (€3,509/€20,000), but there’s still a long way to go. Every euro makes a difference. Every share spreads hope.

This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.

✅ Verified by Association:

@bilal-salah0 Here

🔗 Donate & share: Donation Link (gofundme.com)

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The joy of the people of Gaza is indescribable after the ceasefire 😭💚🇵🇸

Celebrations have not stopped since the ceasefire 💚🇵🇸😭😭😭

Be the reason for our joy with a small donation 💚🇵🇸

Donate to Shady's family

https://gofund.me/577d46c8

Gaza# Donate#

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🌟 A Journey of Hope: An Update from Mosab 🌟

Hello dear friends,

I am writing to you with a heart full of gratitude and hope. Over the past few weeks, your support has been overwhelming. Together, we’ve raised an incredible €3031 towards our goal of €20,000, and I cannot express how much this means to my family and me. ❤️🌍

Life here in Gaza has always been filled with challenges, but the current circumstances have made it unimaginably difficult. As some of you know, my family has endured unimaginable losses – 25 of my loved ones were taken by the violence. 💔 Their memory is my driving force to keep moving forward, to survive, and to share our story with the world.

Your generosity – through donations, reblogs, and kind words – has shown me that even in the darkest times, there is light. ✨ Every euro donated, every reblog shared, every message of encouragement has made an impact. You’ve helped us cover basic necessities, keep our spirits alive, and dream of a safer future.

🛠️ How You Can Help:

💶 Donate – No matter how small, every euro helps. 👉 https://gofund.me/5ac9124f

🔄 Reblog – Share this post with your followers. Every reblog increases the chance of reaching someone who can help.

📢 Spread the Word – Talk about our story with your friends and family. Awareness is a powerful tool.

To everyone who has already supported us: Thank you from the depths of my heart. ❤️ Your kindness gives me hope and strength to face each day. You are not just helping my family survive; you are reminding us that we are not alone in this fight.

Together, we can reach the goal of €20,000, and with your help, we will. Please keep sharing, keep donating, and keep believing in the power of compassion. 🌈💖

Thank you for being part of this journey with us.

With love and gratitude, Mosab 🕊️

✅️ Vetted by ✅️

@gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #309 )✅️

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Genshin? You good?

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… pls

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Idk what to call this

An odd phenomenon has been happening in the Mondstadt Library for the last few weeks. One that has even the librarian Lisa being put to work. Multiple books have been appearing in the library with no explanation. Most of which seemingly being unfinished however that’s only a hypothesis Lisa can make due to the how short they are. Some even being completely blank save for a title and what seems to be a summary. They’re written in a language no one in the knights including Lisa herself have seen before. The weirdest part though is how everytime you look at where the author’s name should be on one of the books, it’s a different name. Lisa had decided to try to send one of the books to be analyzed by scholars in the Akademiya but not even a day later she found the book she sent back on the shelf the book first appeared on.

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Constantly Coughing Creator pt.2

Arlecchino was surprised when she found that she was now a vessel for the creator she heard about. Including from her own children even if they weren’t the most commonly used vessels. What was even more of a surprise was that the notoriously silent creator was speaking and it wasn’t only their voice. There were two voices. They talked about many things she didn’t fully understand but she felt herself get stronger as the two decided on ‘artifacts’ and ‘leveled her up’. Even as a coughing fit wracked The Creator’s body, just like Lynette and Freminet described, The Creator seemed so happy that she had ‘come home’ as The Creator called it. The words felt right and for a moment she wondered if this was the feeling of ‘home’ that Clervie wanted before pushing those thoughts away. The Creator, despite having these coughing fits, seemed to love her vessels dearly even the ones she didn’t use. Though Arlecchino couldn’t help but wonder what kind of state The Creator was in and what could possibly cause it to such a being. Perhaps the Tsaritsa would know…

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Happy birthday to me bitches

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So I had a SAGAU moment a second ago. I was staring at Arlecchino because she’s not going to tell me to not look into her eyes and then she just slowly turns her head away. I follow her with the camera and her head just snaps back forward like she knew she got caught. Lol

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Please donate to them if you’re able. If you can’t share it to those who can.

HELP ME GET INSULIN (HUMALOG) INJECTION, PLEASE DONATE AND SHARE!!

Hello everyone, I had been diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at a tender age, a condition that demanded a delicate balance of insulin, a commodity scarce in Gaza war-ravaged homeland.

As conflict raged around me, have struggled to find the insulin I desperately needed to survive. With medical supplies scarce and hospitals overwhelmed, obtaining medication became a daily battle fraught with danger.

One day, as the bombs fell closer to my house,my insulin supply ran out completely. With no pharmacies open and no aid reaching my area, I faced a life-threatening dilemma. Without insulin, my blood sugar levels soared, threatening to send me into a coma.I I'm here begging for your support to help me get insulin.

My goal $338/$450

Click here to donate and share

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Guess I’m eating a wooden pen or something… yummy… so looking forward to the splinters lodged in my mouth and and possibly getting poisoned by ink…