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how sad, how lovely - connie converse

Your fifth most recent emoji is what your soulmate thinks about you

Hi everyone! Just installed tumblr and would be glad to meet my audience :P

So these are my works, hope you'd like it

Sorry I growled at the sight of art of a fictional man . I want to bbite him and rip him to shredds . It will happen again

fnaf but the restaurant is a courthouse and the animatronics are mechanical lawyers possessed by the spirits of clients that were wrongfully convicted guilty

my nephew is unerringly polite to me. this is a two year old child who says "thank you!" over and over when I make sure to get his favorite stuffie for nap time. this is a toddler who asks "help please" when he's having trouble getting his Legos apart. he says "sorry" when he bumps into me in the hallway.

why? because I do the same to him.

I ask him "hold my hand, please" when we are walking through the store. I say "thank you" when he puts away a toy to help clean up. I tell him "I'm sorry" when I put away a toy that he wasn't done with.

it isn't that hard to be nice to anyone, especially a kid. it really says more about you as a person that you can't see a child as an equal. they still deserve respect, do they not?

I think a big reason why kids have trouble learning to be polite is that no one is ever polite to them

My name is Yasmin, a 28-year-old mother of three—Elin, Nasr, and Jameel.

https://gofund.me/9a85746a

I’m from Gaza, where every day is a struggle between hope and survival. Life was never easy, but we held on to the dream of building a safe and secure future for our children. After years of living in rented homes, we finally completed building our own house, a place we could call home.

But then, tragedy struck.

In the early days of the war, our home was bombed, leaving us with nothing—not even a single wall to return to. At the same time, I am battling cancer, and I had to leave with my children and family to the south of Gaza to continue my treatment. My husband, Mohammad, stayed behind in the north to care for his brother, whose leg was amputated and who needed his help.

For a month, Mohammad cared for his brother, but one day he went out to find food. That was the last time I heard from him. I’ve lost all communication since, and I don’t know if he has been captured or, God forbid, killed. The uncertainty is unbearable, and my children keep asking for their father.

Now, I find myself alone, trying to provide for my three young children while also continuing my cancer treatment. I am in desperate need of help to travel for further treatment and to support my children, who have already lost so much.

I am humbly asking for $5000 for myself and $2500 for each of my children, Elin, Nasr, and Jameel, so we can continue our fight for survival and rebuild our shattered lives.

Your support will give us a chance at life, hope, and a future. Please help us during this time of unimaginable hardship.

this sitcom that is playing on the tv (I'm watching youtube and only vaguely listening, it makes me feel less anxious) is doing an episode where the generic housewife's ex boyfriend is mentioned. nothing in particular except for the fact that his name is Chad and he wrote her poetry about her eyes (so the husband writes poetry about her ears or smth idk). whatever but my point is that now I'm imagining this guy as the himbo from emperor's new groove and keep snorting as I laugh about it

i fucking LOVE LIFE !!!! YOU WANNA KNOW WHY???? IM ALIVE AT THE SAME TIME AS AO3 EXISTS!! THERES NEVER BEEN A BETTER AGE EVER !!!!! AND IM LIVING NOW AAAHAHHAHAHAHAHA