What the fuck let him out
[š] trapped him in a box. Muahahahah ā¦
"i dont dislike taylor swift as a person, i just think her music is not that good" well i hate her as well. why the fuck am i biking everywhere and taking trains and walking two hours if she produces two tons of co2 emissions for a 15min flight. fuck her
HEURHURURGNH BACK! BACK!!! BACK!!
guess whoās fucking back. thatās right. your least favorite boy. yep
Stop. Stop defending taylor swift for things she did. Stop defending her for associating herself with a racist, sexist, antisemitic piece of shit, and CONTINUING to surround herself with people like that. Stop trying to make excuses and put down the feelings of poc fans during that time. Stop blaming people for holding her accountable to the words SHE said.
If you sit at a table with 10 racists, there are 11 racists at that table.
Handbinding Project: My Immortal by Tara Gilesbie
This really started over a year ago, with a project started in the Renegade Bindery server: people would format different chapters of My Immortal, without knowing what anyone else was doing, and we would put them together into one file. It was agreed upon that everybody would disregard both good design and good taste.Ā
(If you click on each image, the caption lists who designed the page in question. I couldnāt include them all here, but every page is basically a work of art. Horrible, typographically hellish art.)
After raiding a Joannās of materials I thought belonged in Hot Topic circa 2005 (before it just became Think Geek II: We Donāt Light Our Store,) I almost immediately tested positive for covid. So I made most of this over the last four days, and with varying levels of coherent thought and common sense. The process is documented in a thread here
born to infodump forced to constantly worry if the other person actually cares or if im making sense or if i said something wrong or if im embarrassing myself or if they want me to stop talking or
im in love with you and i desire you so so carnally in a way no man should desire another man
Oh boy oh boy! Now which one of my omegas in heat asked this...
My name is Abdelmajed Elderawi, and I am writing to you from Gaza, where life has become an unimaginable struggle. Our days are filled with uncertainty, and the hope for a better future feels like a distant dream.
The war has left deep scars on my family and me. Weāve endured the heartbreaking loss of 25 loved onesāeach one a light extinguished too soon. Their absence is a pain I carry every day, and I often find myself lost in memories of the laughter and joy they brought into our lives.
Life in Gaza Today: šĀ Overwhelming Loss:Ā The pain of losing so many family members is impossible to describe. š½ļøĀ Barely Getting By:Ā Even basic necessities like food and water are becoming harder to afford. š Ā No Safe Shelter:Ā Our homes, once our refuge, now feel fragile and unsafe. šĀ Dreams on Hold:Ā The pursuit of education and opportunities has been replaced by the constant fight for survival.
Your Support Gives Us Hope: This isnāt just about financial helpāitās about knowing that someone, somewhere, cares. Your kindness can be a source of strength for us, a reminder that weāre not alone in this fight.
Iām not asking for muchājust a little hope, a little relief, and a chance to keep moving forward. Your generosity, in any form, can make a difference in ways you might not even imagine.
Thank you for taking the time to hear my story. Your kindness means more than words can express.
With heartfelt gratitude, Abdelmajed ā¤ļø