Reach for the stars I guess

me: Are you fucking kidding me Larius I told you to do that outside, now it's gonna smell like ass in here all day

my elf roommate: *puffs a perfect ring of smoke* What Is A Day In A Life That Lasts Centuries?

me: not everybody lives as long as you dude. put that thing away

my elf roommate: That Is Not What Thy Mother Said

me: hilarious

it would be so awesome

funnily enough kym has like the most complete and comprehensible coverage of the ceo's little stunt that i've found so far. link to their article

This is the longshot would you willing to help me get my insulin? I'm down to my last pen and its pretty much close to being empty. Nt asking for much only need $300 rn to save my bloodsugar. please help me with a small donation ,any help can save my life.Thanks.💗🙏🏻

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Goal: $150/$300

I never imagined that one day I would have to ask strangers for help. Before the war, I worked hard to provide a good life for my family and my little son, Mustafa. We had dreams, plans, and hope for the future. Today, those dreams have been replaced by the daily struggle to survive.

Like many families in Gaza, we have endured fear, displacement, uncertainty, and the loss of everything that once made life feel normal. Every day is a challenge to find food, clean water, medicine, and basic necessities for my family.

As a father, the hardest feeling is looking into my child's eyes and not knowing how to provide the security and stability he deserves. No parent should have to face that fear.

I am reaching out to you with humility and hope. Any donation, no matter how small, will directly help my family meet our essential needs and give us a chance to rebuild our lives. If you cannot donate, sharing our story with others would mean the world to us.

Your kindness can bring light into one of the darkest moments of our lives. Thank you for standing with us and reminding us that compassion still exists in this world.

With gratitude,

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

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After the plate surgery, the wound turned into a severe infection, then pus, and now it has reached the bone. Doctors warn that any delay could lead to permanent, irreversible damage.

The donations are not general support they are used directly to save her hand through

Urgent tests and scans to determine the spread of the infection Donate now

Strong antibiotics and essential medication

Medical wound cleaning and dressing changes to stop the deterioration

💔 I watch her suffer every day, completely powerless except for waiting and fear.

🙏 One donation or share could stop this progression before it becomes irreversible.

The doctor said she needs a course of treatment costing 850 € to improve her health and restore her consciousness.

Please help me, don't leave me alone.😭

I don't want to lose my wife; I've already lost my mother and older brother, and I can't bear to lose anyone else in my family. I feel like I'm living in a terrible nightmare. Please help me.

My eyes won't stop crying. My little baby needs his mother's embrace. Please stand with me to raise the money to buy her a course of treatment.

Please Save My Wife Now ..😭

DONATE NOW PLEASE

Why is everyone ignoring me? What kind of cruel world is this? 💔

Why are you leaving me alone while my wife is fighting for her life? I write these words with tears and a heart full of pain. 😭😭

Where is the humanity and compassion for a woman dying because of lack of treatment?

These may be my last words or the last time I write a post about my wife and my family, so I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word and ignores me.💔😭😭

Please, I beg you, don't ignore me. Donate before it's too late. I don't want my wife to die.

Please donate to help provide breakfast for my children and to cover the necessary medical treatment for my son Mohammed. Please don't abandon us in these difficult circumstances.

If you’d like to donate to them, you can do so through this link to their campaign: https://chuffed.org/project/166565-a-father-writes-his-story-here