Im Gods Weakest Faggot

I’m Abdelrahman .The war stole my university, my home, and the safety of my childhood. 🏚️💔On top of all the destruction, I live every day with the pain of eczema that eats away at my body in unbearable conditions. 🩹😔Your donation is not just help… it’s life, protection, and mercy. ❤️‍🩹Please, donate and support me — even a little can make a big difference. 🙏https://gofund.me/f5feb1bb

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a girl in my math class complimented my art style when I was drawing mark from twttin instead of notes AAAAAAAHHHHH

This is me Aya.. ‏🇵🇸

Imagine you wake up with nothing left.That's exactly what happened with us .we moved from having everything to having nothing.In a blink of an eye ,we lost everything, our house ,dreams, memories belongings and our works. We are starting from zero and need your help to climb the leader step by step from scratch.

All the positive words cannot express how generous you are, especially in sharing my posts to inform other donors about the people of Gaza who are still suffering from the terrible conditions caused by the unjust war on Gaza!

Please continue to support us by donating directly or by sharing the link to let others know. Don't hesitate to help people in difficult and miserable times until the dark days are over. 🙏🏻🍉

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words cannot describe how much I love artists who draw Ponyboy like an actual 14 year old he's the age of a middle schooler im so sick of people forgetting that

i literally gasped when he popped up on screen while we were watching the movie in class and everyone at my table stared at me

Guys I think he’s a Brumly boy LORD HAVE MERCY

@gr3ase-g0t-h0ld @pookiepiss69 somebody convince the brumly gang to let me take him

my son sorry this is bad I lost my drawing pencil and im sleepy

average conversation with me and my friends (dont ask how long the first part goes for)

also the randy thing is a reference to when our class had a mock trial and I was randy

it was v fun and I started chasing around the girl playing ponyboy and threatening to drown her (lovingly)

(yes I did get the tying up part from kyuru)

its 12 37 am and I am sobbing because of yet another curly fic

i am SO tired of sylvia haters omfg like yes, she cheated on dally and cheating is wrong. BUT DID YOU NOT READ ANY PART WITH DALLY IN IT?? im not saying he beat her up or anything but he was not the best boyfriend either. There are a bajillion reasons she could've done it that are justified and even just "dally is a dick" is fine too.

and lets be real here, sylvia probably has a shit life I mea shes dating dally that's gotta say something. Its unlikely shes got a tonna money money and there is probably a reason she wants dally even though he's the way he is and it isn't great.

ALSO SHES A FUCKING CHILD??? people are honestly SO harsh on the Outsiders girls for cheating like yes its wrong but its a literal child who has probably been through and seen some shit I know she hurt your favorite character, but you HAVE to see past that and view the girl as her OWN person, not just as *male characters* chick who hurt him.

and yes, this applies to Sandy too.

honestly so much of the sylvia hate is ridiculous because LOOK at her boyfriend that you adore and tell me shes worse.

if I can find it ill repost this REALLY great post where someone detailed sylvias potential reasons for cheating and her relationship with dallas.

i will defend the S.E. Hinton girls with my life.

"My name is Samed… and this is my story."

My name is Samed. I’m 23 years old. I was born into this world without a father—I grew up an orphan, searching for safety in the arms of my mother and siblings. We are a simple family: my mother, two sisters, two brothers, and me. We tried to stay strong, just like my name means—Samed, the one who endures.

We’ve been collecting pieces of loss day after day. The first deep wound came when my brother Jihad was killed. His martyrdom felt like a knife in the heart. We tried to stay strong—for him, for my mother, and for the ones still with us.

But I didn’t know that Jihad’s loss wouldn’t be the last…

In a single moment, without warning, a missile struck our home. The house we built with love and patience—the shelter from all life’s pain—was turned into rubble. And in the middle of that destruction… my sister Alaa was there.

She didn’t make it out.

Alaa—her voice still echoes in my ears. Her laughter fills every corner of my memory. Her face never leaves me. She died under the rubble, and a part of me died with her. Now, there's nothing left of our home… only pain, emptiness, and memories that burn more than the fire itself.

Today, I, Samed—the orphaned young man who lost his brother, his sister, and his home—have only these words to cry out with:

Please help us. Support us. For my mother, for my surviving siblings, for the dignity we are still trying to hold on to.

We are not just numbers in the news. We are souls who dreamed. Families who built a future on hope and resilience.

We need your voice. Your hearts. Your hands—to lift us from under the rubble and back into life.

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