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awake as shit just looking at images trying to understand anything

I don't want to talk about the 1000 days because I died a thousand times over during those days. They ripped my soul from me, took my sanity, and killed everything beautiful I saw. It's just a number the world talks about today and forgets tomorrow, even though tomorrow will be worse because it's 1001, meaning tomorrow there will be death, hunger, fear, poverty, and oppression. Nothing will change except that we keep getting worse and worse and worse. The whole world is showing sympathy today, but tomorrow they'll forget, even as our extermination and killing continue.

2014/3000 The goal is short-term and we can reach it very soon if we work together.

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Only £80 left to reach the goal. I want to reach it today.💔💔

help mohammed get his mother medical treatment! donate what you can if you can as much as you can, and if you can't donate, share and boost with those who can donate!

americans are like i was gifted child but also i didnt learn other countries existed until i was 35 years old

making this post ruined my life

i think one big problem with the united states is that they forgot to name the country

take mexico for example that's A name. Colombia is a name. Canada. United States of America is a description.

like argentina is the united provinces of the bla bla but the name is argentina you know

I wish people would stop being purposely obtuse when it comes to America. Everyone knows that within context the damn country is just fucking "America". When a European refers to "American tourists" they're not talking about fucking Brazilians or Candaians. Get the fuck over it already and just call it AMERICA like everyone else.

idk i would personally rather give up access to certain products seasonally or locally than have people enslaved to give me the ability to have any product any place any time. i think i can go without tomatoes in january.

He did not cry. He only looked at me with eyes asking a question I could not answer: "Mama, when will I be able to walk and play again?" That question shattered my heart more than anything else.

I am begging you as a persecuted mother in Gaza, watching my baby bleed in front of me, unable to stop it. Please donate now and help me save his life before it’s too late.

Don't scroll past these words. They may be my last chance to find someone willing to help save baby Qais. Please donate today—your kindness could become the reason my child survives.