I Noticed It Was Your Birthday, Here You Go, Have Some Cake.

WHAT HAVE I DONE

How dare you

FUCK

IM ATTRACTED TO GOTH GIRLS

HELP

Nobody can help you buddy. Goth girls are gorgeous.

Tw rant and mention of suicide-

NOT IN A WAY THAT I'M SAYING I WANT TO DO IT

I hate my brain

I hate that I see my best friend spend more time with someone else and think they'll leave

This isn't a kms rant or anything I'm just tired of it, I miss hanging out with my friend and I hope he sees this if he goes on Tumblr more

When he sits with other people and talks to me less I feel like I did something wrong and I'm tired of my brain thinking this and I'm tired of thinking whatever he's doing is more important then I am.

Sorry for the rant I swear I don't usually do this i just needed to say it

I'm about to make a petting gif of your pfp

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

What this 🏳️‍🌈 so mad about bro

:3

New pc background ty

I WANT

I NEED

Possums are taking over my life

You can have one as a pet btw

OH NO! GIANT FLYING SHEEP]:0

Those are clouds

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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉

I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨

Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀

At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨

In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿

"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏