If the Garfield movie doesn’t live up to my expectations I’m gonna fucking cry actually.
the situation in khan younis (southern gaza) is getting worse and worse everyday with israel trying to push more palestinians into rafah (the designed ‘safe zone’ which btw they have also been relentlessly bombing for weeks). doctors are performing open surgery at al-nasser hospital in the middle of power cuts and amputations while under siege and constant bombing around it. journalist saleh al jafarawi (@/saleh_aljafarawi on ig) is still in khan younis so he reports on the situation there - it is deteriorating rapidly and the number of injured and martyrs is huge. palestinians are getting sniped trying to retrieve loved ones and flee once again while carrying white flags, a repeat of what they lived when forced to evacuate from hospitals and homes in northern gaza. after succeeding in forcibly displacing palestinians from khan younis, israeli quad copters opened fire on them. palestinians are digging mass graves at al-nasser hospital for the martyrs. al-nasser itself is on the brink of collapse, in the same state al-shifa hospital in the north was, and today, after a day of non-stop bombings on khan younis, journalist mohammed el helo (@/mo_elhelo21 on ig), reports that al-nasser cannot deal with the huge volume of injured and displaced palestinians it is receiving
I stack paper to the ceiling and ride on 24 inch chrome
Not only did Israel kill her parents and make her an orphan, but Lolo now suffers from fractures in her skull and hand, and her suffering has increased due to her infection with hepatitis. Please, I can't bear to lose her after I lost my brother. Just imagine it is your daughter or sister. Will you ignore her suffering? Please, you are my only hope. Donate or share the link.
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In Gaza, we currently do not find the minimum requirements for human life, and we live a disastrous life that is devastating to humanity.😢
The painful scene before you expresses the extent of hunger we have reached in Gaza.😭
My family is part of this difficult scene, and this video is a small part of the suffering we live through daily.
I issue a call for help to every jealous and free person to share this pain with us, convey our suffering, and provide support in whatever way he can.
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Donatello's been my favorite ninja turtle since like forever and the other day my friend asked me "how does it feel knowing I'm more like Donatello than you are?" and I immediately responded "TERRIBLE‼️"
Thank you for all the new followers and for all the love on my weevil post!
I just saw the biggest fluffiest bumblebee
here's the artistic rendition
lost in the sauce 🌷✨
Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.
That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.
The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.
I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.
Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?
How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.
Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.
What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.
🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸
I’m autisming over their content again.