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look I painted it at some point
this thing was my lifeblood and my anchor for so much of my childhood
i’m at my parents’ house for the new year and!! My little brother kept my DSI?? From 2011!! And it still has my games and flipnotes from when I was a tiny baby I am literally gonna cry
Amei esse album! Em especial o cover dessa música, além do gênero ser meu favorito. Techno dance és Maravilindo.
Calminho, romântico, melancólico, alegre, fofo, nostálgico e essa versão de piano faz dormir. Zzzzzz.
Melhor coisa.
E guten nacht para os noturnos da madruga que nem eu.
~Oranges~
I never liked oranges
A pungent smell
Citrus makes my head spin
My stomach flip
Brought back an old rental
Married single mother
Hands smell of citrus peels
Fragments left on the counter
I liked oranges for a moment
That moment
Soft worn hands that brought warmth
Peeled my oranges I’d soon hate
Hands now older
Aching warmth still radiates through
I never liked oranges
But I love my mother
i truly believe you can tell everything about a person just by their eyes.
when i was younger
i would ask to take sips of my moms wine, just to try. i’d always spit it out, get rid of the taste with hot chocolate. now i don’t have to ask. now she sometimes pours me a glass. someday i’ll pour her a glass. and someday i’ll buy my own wine.
weird, huh.
Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔
I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $60,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.
Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶
If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏
Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️🩹
https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗
guys please please please help my new friend mr. mohammed.
right now i cannot donate myself, but i will help spread the word of his need of help. anything helps!!!
It's my 4 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Well then…
Did not realize we celebrating blog anniversaries now…
But hey I’m glad it’s been that long for me! Happy blog-versary!
🎉🥳
i just found out the title of the song i was scared of as a kid, "Michelle" by The Beatles
I was scared of it because it would always play on the radio when i woke up from a nightmare and i couldn't sleep, it used to freak me out
00:54
14 oct
It’s all on me
The Air that cloaks me is so still. I’m out past midnight and im scared. In a run down government funded hospital with floors that remind me of myself- so deeply dented and dirty that there exists nothing to cleanse it.
The low hum that the vending machine sings is accompanied with random outburst of the intercom calling for a doctor. This is a place of pain, a medium in which sickness and dread gather.
She tired to take her life. So soon, is all that I thought. Although she is physically alright, there is this distant pain that stings me- what if I had not answered the phone.
I hate to say it but she has proven them right, she is weak. But I only hate myself for thinking such and dread the fact that such thought occurred about my beloved.
I thought I would be able to catch up on sleep, but here I am seated on a steel cold bench waiting for the patient and her companion to come out. I don’t even know what they are doing to her. But I do hope she is not in pain.
Am I selfish for wanting her to stay? Yes…
But then again I think if she truly wanted to leave she would have by now. Her calling me gathered the fact that she still has hope, without hope she would be past that point.
But oh man, am I tired. Since she has not lived up to the expectations now I must. This is not words that have been directly communicated but rather suggested and installed throughout my youth.
I don’t feel much, I usually don’t when traumatic events happen, and it truly scares me. Why is that I am unable to process my emotions on that moment. It is only much later that they flood my mind and slash my skin.
ahh this cute february calander… not in english but still works
tags
Love and peace on planet earth is playing space pinball on your dell dimension 4500 pc in 2009.
Yall remember springtrap and deliah??? I just watched one of those youtube video essays about it and how bad the creator sucked and damn yall i had no idea it was that bad lmao
I hate it when you look at an old work from your childhood and it somehow always ends up being the most problematic thing, from like movies to music to comics, learning your favorite youtubers like assulted children etc. Its always so weird to find out way too late that you supported something so bad ((definitely not just talking about springtrap and deliah,,))
I feel like it should be okay to look back at the dumb shit you liked as a teen and just accept you were cringe and didnt know any better, like yall with your oncler addiction, while i never had one i did have a big liking for sans (i know yes that included horrendous aus im very not proud of it) but like we were dumb kids and its funny to look back on stuff we thought was the coolest after maturing a bit and being like "you know what this is garbage and i was just a dumb kid who had unrestricted internet access and didnt know better lol" yknow
the whimsigoth girlies would love this🕸️
A Lullaby
Thank you. For the bottom of their heart, for existing.
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But they do not say, for their tongue feels the weight of a star. A very whimsical, forgetful star. Such a thing it is they cannot catch it for longer than a second, and can only feel the sensation before it burns where they are cradled and goes far, far away.
Spaghetti
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I remember being of full, of it being
Sweet but not too much as it
Bursts nicely
In my mouth;
The long noodles of tomato
Sauce and
Meatballs,
Creamy cheese melted
And I’d eat, eat, eat,
Like I’m chugging something
Addictive
My lips was covered; red
And messy—
And I’d remembered being
Full that It’d ask “Spaghetti”
For my Birthday,
Ten years later after that
Memory
A little in love with this video taken from my dorm window 🌩️
Sé que sólo será por un tiempo, pero ya pasé por la ausencia de todos ellos una vez y también sé que me va a doler.
Ya siento que los extraño.
When I was 10 yo, I used to admire young adult who laughed with their friends in shops, who were cool and carefree and independant.
And now, I have friends with whom I feel comfortable enough to laugh heartily even though I know I sound stupid. I live on my own in a new city. I'm about to study what I love the most. I love the way I dress and I look (most of the time).
I have become the person I admired when I was younger... and that feels so good.
Updated fursona reference! Felestina (Felya for short), she/her :3
Okay so am I the only one that thinks the Amazing Digital Circus ending music has that special™️ nostalgia?? Like this is black and white team umizoomi dream that one TOH hunter edit that one Lego Star Wars level nostalgia. Wrong and sad but so undeniably right?? The truest form of nostalgia to me?? Description can’t do it justice I just wanted to say that ending song (it’s called your new home I think) is like. Unlocking memories and making me feel this way I haven’t felt in years
The puffin rock theme song makes me so sad
