Still At Church And Trying To Remain Very Very Calm As Vale Talks Abt Mommy Sugu On Their Blog. Somebody

currently writing smth………..

working on a pt2 to this rn!! hehehe

baby, my phone!!

college student! tenko shimura x popular! reader

my first ever smau aaaaa!!! this is a quirk-free college au teehee (for my sanity pls note each of these conversations take place like days/weeks apart. pls.)

cw’s!!: one or two kys/die jokes, dry texter tenko (i luv him), gn! reader, and the fastest burn you’ve ever seen (i have no patience)

bnha pro-heroes/teachers as routes in a dating sim, the long-awaited part 2!

next installment will be lov members 😈

"why suck the strap" why look at a sunset. why listen to your favourite song. why stop to smell the flowers. come on now

every time someone genuinely mischaracterizes toji an angel gets their brains blown out

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

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Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

Imagine dabi being someones partner and their passionately makin' out then his staples dislocate making his entire ass jaw fall off

yall need to take aizawa away from me. like there’s no reason for him to be taking over my brain like this.

my dominican family drinks cafe con leche at night w dinner. why. how. ru a masochist.

chat why do ppl drink coffee

said “oh!! my ovulation isn’t that bad this month!!! ^^” and then was hit with the beam of endless agony and despair