Be Grateful U Still Can Attend Ur Class, They Can't Even Read Or Even Have Any Knowledge

Imagine feeling like a side character in your own manga

Good . Isagi ily , but it’s time to stop riding on your high horse

“If I am killed, write about me and tell the world about my dreams”

The martyr, Reem Mahmoud Abu Daya. Reem's greatest fear was not death itself, but rather being remembered only as a statistic after being killed in the Israeli aggression.

She often told her friend Mohammed, "If I am killed, write about me and tell the world about my dreams. Tell them that I had undergone LASIK surgery a few months ago and started seeing Gaza with my own two eyes.

Tell them that I want to buy a camera to capture the beauty of Gaza."

Reem Mahmoud Abu Daya is not just a number; she will be remembered. Reem, along with her family, was martyred in an Israeli airstrike on January 7, 2024.

and they were on the right side of history

Signs that someone is affiliated with Khamas: -They say Hamas! -They like watermelon! -They condemn Israel when they commit crimes! -They don't like genocide! -They think killing children is bad! -They believe that Palestinians are human beings and deserve basic rights!

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in light of israel's looming invasion on rafah, south africa implored the icj to call for the protection of palestinians with new preliminary orders. the icj denied this request, insisting that its january orders would be sufficient enough in ensuring the safety of people residing in rafah.

we have all seen how israel responded to the icj verdict earlier this month. they have all but intensified their attacks on palestinians, their favorite of whom seem to be children. this will end in a bloodbath. palestinians, already malnourished and living in literal tents, will be bombarded, they will be shot, they will be slaughtered. and when i say palestinians, a lot of them are actual toddlers. the videos coming out of this are proof enough.

at this point, it has been made amply clear that palestinians will never experience safety in their own homeland. a lot of the families in gaza are trying to raise funds to get out of it, because there's nowhere left to go.

there is nowhere left to go. if these people don't get the funds necessary to escape, they will die.

it's vital that you go to operation olive branch's spreadsheet, choose a family that resonates with you, and donate as much as you can to their gofundme. every last dollar counts. one dollar could be the difference between life and death for a family. please don't fall victim to the bystander effect. your contribution counts, however little it may be. and whether you're able to donate or not, spread this to as many people as you can. each second we stay silent is a second an entire family is brutally massacred.

use u brain sometime

Nobody is going to know who these two are but hopefully you’ll still think it’s hot

⭑⭑ sukuna x reader — fem reader, short reader implied, modern au, fluff.

yapper!gf x ‘idgaf’ sukuna who acts like he’s absolutely done with you whenever you’re going on and on about the mundane things in your life, not admitting that he finds it a little cute at the fact that you just can’t seem to shut your pretty mouth up.

“uh huh.” he leans his cheek against his knuckles, looking fairly uninterested as you ramble about how ‘discriminating’ it is that the local store always keeps the ramen packets on the top shelf, and his daring audacity to not be there to get it for you. ( asking for help is so embarrassing! )

“are you even listening?” a pout embraces your features, an inner feeling deep in your chest telling you you’ve been talking to a wall this entire time. sukuna’s lips only curve upwards. “what, are you doubting me?”

“what if i am?” you retort. it’s not like you would blame him for not listening, you talk. a lot…. okay, maybe a petty part of you can blame him.

“first you were complaining about me ‘not loving you enough’. then complaining about the dull decorations in my home, now ramen—is this a dumb pattern, woman?”

you feel your cheeks heating up with every syllable escaping his mouth. yeah you complained, but that much? someone needs to get you an oscar, or whatever.

“oh my god you..” your eyelashes flutter. “you listen to everything i say?”

“what- no, i was just.. shut up woman.”

a sly smirk etches onto your face. “that’s so cute, you love me so much huh?” you poke teasingly, smirk only deepening at the way his face engulfs into a scowl. “i will no longer listen to your stupid ramblings.”

rest assured, he still made sure to react to all 27 voice messages you sent him.

Instead of star signs we should have universe assigned Sanrio characters