GET BLINDED BITCH!!

Do you guys hear that Lmao?

I like men

Are you a 90 degree angle? Cause you’re looking right!

I WOULD CALL MYSELF MORE OF AN ACUTE ANGLE! BUT THANK YOU!

As the strike ends tomorrow, I’d like to remind everyone to please keep continue talking about Palestine, we’re at a tipping point here. Please feel free and encouraged to talk about your interests once more but DO NOT forget about Palestine!! Talk about Palestine as much as you did during the strike! Continuing boycotting! We are the only voice Palestinians have. Continue keeping up with Palestinian news and journalists 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. and continue following the BDS movement and donate to Gaza based organisations if you can such as Care For Gaza .

Your silence is noticed. Even the smallest voice helps. No one is free until Palestine is free. 🇵🇸🍉

why. @spacetock​

Hello, I am Mohammad from Gaza. The war took my parents and siblings, and I can't bear the thought of losing my three children as well. Can you share my story and donate to help me keep my family safe? 🙏

Of course! I can't donate right now, but I highly encourage anyone to share or donate if they can.

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Donate to Save Mohammad family and children to escape from the Gaza, organized by Mohammed Almanasra

I am Mohammed Almanasra, 32 years old, married, and a fath… Mohammed Almanasra needs your support for Save Mohammad family and children t

This account is vetted and is on the vetted accounts doc!

€9,949 has been raised with a €40,000 goal, please share and donate if possible!! I wish the best for you and your family!

Talk about one person your muse loves?

(If you say ‘himself’ I will personally come over to slap you)

Herman is actually Aroace (Does not feel romantic or sexual attraction)! So he wouldn’t really have an attraction to anyone in the fog.

But for platonic relationships I don’t think he has really anyone. EXECPT HIMSE-

The office was cozy! The chandelier giving off a warm glow, from what she’d seen this was the only part with working electricity... hell it was kinda warm in here. The bookshelves were filled with books of many genres, horror, Mystery, Sí-Fi, etc. on another shelf that held what looked like to be a collection of chess pieces; each one placed neatly on a dusty chess board. But on closer inspection there were only wooden knights on the board. Not pawns, not bishops, not even rooks... just knights.. and the king and queen. The King and Queen were eye catching, shimmering glass chess pieces. Showing different colors from each angle. Both of them giving off a strange aura.

The desk seemed to be in good shape, besides for a few burn marks on the surface. Books along with papers were stacked on the desk, vanilla folders wedged between some of the books. Some papers were scattered around on the desk, personably notes for some kind of project. The small old television sat near the edge of the desk, off... this room was quiet.

Above the doorway was a singular security camera.... its red light blinking, yet it did not move.

Legion did a good job this time. Spray paint of random phrases spread across walls, gurneys broken and pushed over, and a multitude of other things had been torn into and wrecked. Of course, they had all made a quick getaway and had left quite awhile ago, give or take 30 minutes. But for some reason, one of them had returned. Susie roamed the halls of Léry's, hands behind her back. She looked around innocently, not seeming to want to wreck anything else.. she just wanted a closer look at things.

Walking by herself she soon realized how quiet Léry’s actually was. Each noises seemed to be intensified; her footstep, each mouse squeak, each creek of the window.. hell even the wind seem to reverberate through the halls. Going through these halls the mess they’ve left was still there, almost untouched aside from a few gurneys being back in place. It was dark.. cold and damp, water dripping from the ceiling from pipes that had brusted long ago. Some Windows had been boarded up.. the paint on the walls seeming to be chipping off. Not to mention almost every surface seemed to be untouched for a long... long time... a layer of dust covering almost everything.

Going even further down the seemingly never ending hallways, the mess they made seemed to be getting cleaner. The hallways seemed to be put back together, even some of the spray paint being washed off. Turning a corner, she felt something pass over her mind... like she just passed through something. But something quickly got her attention.... light..... not natural moonlight from outside... actual light. This part of Léry’s stuck out like a sore thumb.

Are you a material gworl

EH, ONLY ON WORK DAYS

Monday-Friday 9-5

Tell me your deepest darkest secret :)

How do you think about the new, hesitant to even call it a killer, the dredge

J: That thing smells worse than me on a bad day.

C: I don't like it!!!