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when you are hanging out at the hardcore show by yourself for the sheer love of the music but just so happen to spy some hotties in the crowd

imagining a guy wearing this hat and a matching olive overcoat to an intro econ class and he says nothing at all except Uh could you go back a slide i didnt finish writing that down. one time

Sometimes i do not read quick enough Im sorry if it happens again

yeah the kill all hamsters initiative. it’s the charity i work for

I’m planning out my bedroom when i live on my own next year

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my man

I hate doing this. It feels like I’m trying to pitch a family’s lives to dispassionate, detached investors.

Today I spoke with Khaled, Ghada’s younger brother who helps her run their campaign, and as I sent him a draft he said something incredibly sobering. I had asked you to raise $500 in 2 weeks because it seemed realistic—and he said, it needs to come sooner, this isn’t urgent enough. My heart dropped when I realized what I had said. I’m tired of capitulating to the whims of reblogs, of finding the language that most appeals to your generosity.

Khaled and his family are freezing to death. His niece, Iman, has osteoporosis and needs leg braces. She is 6 years old. What more do I need to say, and how should I say it? What other pictures of these elementary school children do you need to see? Do you need to see them bleed for you to merely share the post? How much more trauma is necessary until it opens your wallet? I don’t want to shame you—I am trying to wake you up. The reality is that I could say this about any campaign from Gaza. I could say it about Fadel’s, I could say it about Ola’s, or Hanan’s.

But I have gotten to know Ghada’s family and their stories over the past month and it has become personal. When I eat, I wonder if little Amir was able to do that today. When I put on my shoes, I wonder if my sweet Iman is struggling to walk. I see elders in the street and think of Nabil and Fatima, how hard they have worked for their family’s happiness for it all to be stripped away from them. I see families laughing together and think of Ahed and Mohamed, who must witness their beautiful children shiver and cry for their old lives in the bitter cold. I see men my age and think of my dearest Khaled, who did everything right, got his degree and his job and planned his future, and still is forced to wake up at dawn every day to carry water back to his family.

Maybe that’s what you need—you need to realize that the people you see around you are the same as the people in Gaza. Maybe it is hard behind a screen. Maybe the methods we are forced to employ annoy you, or make you feel guilty. The only way to assuage the guilt is to help. If you have the money, please send it. If you can’t, please share. I don’t know how else to combine words anymore to appeal to you, without downplaying the severity and urgency of this.

€8,001/€20,000 - DONATE. JUST DONATE, PLEASE.

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I am beyond worried right now……. The last message my dear Khaled sent me was about the explosions getting closer. He is so close to the Netzarim Corridor, or the corridor of death, and there are bombs even closer to him than that… Please pray for him, his family, please share this please donate…

Khaled is telling me that helicopters are now targeting an area that is incredibly close to the school. Please keep your eyes on them, please share this as fast as possible

i’m so tired of tiktok lesbians talking about a “masc shortage” when the closest thing to a butch woman they can handle is ellen degeneres

Watching how the media has been treating this case is absolutely fascinating. We (Black ppl) have been saying this shit for years. But now since the public’s reaction to the CEO of the shittiest insurance company in the country being murdered ranges from apathy to “good” and ppl are calling out how they’re obviously trying to make an example of him so the rest of the Poors don’t get an ideas, they’ll admit to their biased coverage. The ruling class must be a little shook.

If Luigi here had gunned down a room of kindergartners, they would’ve been plastering pictures of him with friends and family in articles about mental health (lol) and asking where his life went wrong. Instead they have this man doing pap walks surrounded by FBI agents with rifles and calling him a terrorist for killing one(1) piece of shit. Dylann Roof murdered 9 Black people IN A CHURCH and was taken to Burger King after he was arrested.

You’ll never get me to feel bad for the CEO of United fucking Healthcare.

This is my oc his name is shoujo male manipulator

making a compilation of text posts that knocked sense straight into me