Wereworld, it’s a well written six book series about werecreatures
accidentally drank sour milk today, honestly probably what i get for drinking straight from the carton, unfortunately this will not stop me from doing it again
yall pickles (the sour kind, I’m not a fuckin loser) are my favorite food, I’m so fr when i say that i wanted pickles for dessert as a kid. I’d make my dumbass sick with how many i ate (I’ve overcome my picklerrhea and I’ve been ballin ever since) , i can go through one of those fuckin huge jars of them in a day no problem. my blood is pure pickle juice and I’m never going to die I’m full of electrolytes and godlike wonder
Hello, I am Faten👋 I live in the Gaza Strip. I am a mother and I have three children👩👧👧My husband Ahmed lost his right hand, which led to it being amputated, and there is no breadwinner for us. Please help my children👭 who suffer from malnutrition and skin diseases👇 Please help https://gofund.me/b4d9068c We lost our home 🏚 We are displaced in tents and our tent burned down. We move from one place to another Help me spread my campaign and get out of this genocide I also hope that you will donate to us💔💔🙏
go help them out guys!!
I’m going to start trying to post more but i might forget
actual conversation i had with my mom
mom: do you need any help wrapping your present?
me: yes every time i try to wrap a present-
mom: an angel gets its wings? :)
me: no, another person goes to hell
mom: >:O
you ever just feel like a scent, ‘cause i’m feeling pretty warm vanilla
sup skrunkle doodles I’m back with my gooberlicious activities
I am Fatuma Ali,I had been diagnosed with Latent Autoimmune Diabetes at a tender age, a condition that demanded a delicate balance of insulin, a commodity scarce in Khan Yunis, Gaza.
As conflict raged around me, have struggled to find the insulin I desperately needed to survive. With medical supplies scarce and hospitals overwhelmed, obtaining medication became a daily battle fraught with danger.
One day, as the bombs fell closer to Gaza tents,my insulin supply ran out completely. With no pharmacies open and no aid reaching my area, I faced a life-threatening dilemma. Without insulin, my blood sugar levels soared, threatening to send me into a coma.I I'm here begging for your support to help me get insulin.Every donation, no matter the size, will make a meaningful impact in my life. I sincerely appreciate your consideration and am grateful for any support you can extend during this challenging time.
I have managed to receive $217/$365. Kindly help me reach my goal please 🖤
DAY 15
GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15