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Time to FROLIC!

did you know? the phrase "named after" doesn't technically state anything other than the order in which two things were named. I was named after snoopy

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I write to you with tears welling in my eyes, my body wracked with pain every second. I write to you because the ignore me and neglect I've endured hurts me more than my injuries. So remember, even if I die, I will never forgive anyone who ignored me and my suffering. I implore everyone to look at me and help me by d0nating and sharing whatever they can.

This week, I've been battling severe pain and frequent fainting spells due to severe anemia, and I'm completely unable to afford essential medications because of their high cost. All I wish for is for these fainting spells to stop, and for me to find compassionate hearts to stand by me so I can bu.y my medication and recover quickly.

Shrapnel still lodges in my body, and the pain keeps me awake at night. What makes my suffering even worse is that I was injured when our house was bombed while we were inside. I need urgent surgery but the cost of the operation is exorbitant, and I can't afford it. Now, I can't even afford painkillers to the constant pain tearing at my body.

Please I don't want to diie, I just want to live without pain. I need your sincere sup.port to save my life and end this suffering as soon as possible. Please, I would be extremely grateful to anyone who can d0nate to me. and if you can't, I hope you will shar.e this p0st.

My health is very poor, and I can barely write this reblog to tell you that I desperately need your h@lp right now. Please h@lp me so I can buyy my medication as soon as possible and raiise the fuunds for my travel and surgery. please don't skip me.

The situation in Gaza is dire due to shortages of food, medicine, and medical equipment. Hundreds of thousands of wounded and sick people are suffering because of the siege, and my father is one of them. He suffers from many problems: arteriosclerosis, high blood pressure, back pain, and cancer. My father is fighting for his life under the siege and the lack of all medical supplies. I don't want to see my father die before my eyes because of this.

I'm trying desperately to get my father out of this hell and to get my whole family out of here, but I can't do it alone. I need your help. Please donate to us. I swear your donations are what give us hope to survive and fight for our lives. I beg you to donate now.

I will not stop trying, even though I see dreams shattered before my eyes. The immense pressure I'm under to save my loved ones is overwhelming. I truly need every dollar you can give. Please, please, please donate.

Please donate to Nader if you can at all!! Every donation means the world to him and his family right now

the spirit is unwilling and the flesh it feels not so good also

boy it's me the textiles speaking to you inside your head. you need the yarn. you need thread. your soul hungers to participate in the act of creation. you must feed it. you must buy so many beads.

the concept of a site that doesn't even allow porn requiring age verification for mature content. you gotta give us your legal id or else we'll hide random posts that were incorrectly flagged from you

No one cared who I was until I put on the cage

today I found out my mother doesn’t know what dandelions are and now I’m wondering what other strange secrets she’s been quietly harboring

Where do you live that you don’t have dandelions?

we have dandelions EVERYWHERE, they are basically our State Weed, it is absolutely impossible that my mom has never interacted with a dandelion before, this requires further investigation

See, folks in the southern US will tell you up and down those are buttercups, actually.

Wait I thought those bigger cup ones were Easter Lillies???

They’re marigolds and I know a bitch when I see one!

….we need to start taking the phrase “go touch grass” more literally. go outside and examine a flower i beg u

*leaves

where are you going

your work is appreciated

It’s 1:30 am and I’m cackling like a deranged witch