A Boy Cant Even Manipulate And Lie And Abuse His Best Friend Anymore Without People Calling Him Evil

“What options do I have besides suicide?”

this is NOT an “alternatives to suicide/coping methods” post. it’s “what do we do now?”

1. have hope and keep trying to do good

do what you gotta do to make it through this week

be brave and be kind; we are still here

survive for the people who have survived before, and to spite the people who want you to despair

call a hotline

when you are miserable, make something; it will change the world

2. it might not be over yet

check whether your ballot was counted, you’re allowed a few days to fix errors

it might just be a signature mismatch

fix your ballot if someone made you vote for someone you didn’t want to

good things happened in this election too

more positive ballot measures passed

3. the way out will always be community

bond and organise with your community

engage in community activism

the way forward is together; anarchism starts in the now

you’re still allowed to stay/get sober, and you’re allowed to take precautions if you’re not sober

do your own trans healthcare

My small family, consisting of two children, was living a simple life, full of safety and peace. My beautiful daughter Tulin, 8 years old, my son Zaki, 7 years old, and my husband Adnan. We used to wake up early to prepare breakfast and get our children ready for school, so they could continue their education like other children. We lived a normal life, and although it was simple, it was filled with love and warmth. But everything changed in a single moment, on October 7th, when fires erupted everywhere, and the sound of shelling and explosions filled the air. The children were terrified and refused to go to school from that day on, and our lives became consumed by fear and terror.

One dark night, while we were still hoping that the situation would calm down, there was a violent knock on the door. A voice warned us: "Leave immediately, you have to flee, the area will be bombed." We had no choice but to run. We left the house with only the clothes on our backs, taking nothing with us. We ran through the dark night, filled with fear and anxiety about what awaited us.

After a long day of exhaustion and suffering, we arrived in Khan Younis, searching for a place to protect us. It wasn’t easy to find one, but after a long search, we found a school in Bani Suheila. We stayed there for 50 days, living in constant fear. Bombings were happening everywhere, and the situation kept worsening. We had no clothes or blankets to shield our children from the biting cold of the night. We tried to hide them under blankets donated by kind-hearted people, trying to find some warmth for them.

But even this shelter wasn’t safe. Shortly after, we received a threat from the occupation that the school and the entire area would be bombed. We had to flee again, so we decided to move towards Rafah, to Tel al-Sultan. We didn’t know where to go or where we could find safety. The cold was unbearable, and we had no money or resources to build a tent. We tried any way we could to find shelter. We built a tent from pieces of wood and fabric, but the cold was so severe, and my children were freezing, getting sick again and again.

We stayed there for several months, trying to endure, until the decision came to invade Rafah. That’s when everything collapsed. We had no more hope, and we didn’t know where to go or where we could find refuge. We decided to flee once again, this time to Muwassi Khan Younis and Deir al-Balah. But danger surrounded us from every direction, and there was no safe place. We built a new tent, but it was nothing more than pieces of wood and fabric. It didn’t protect us from the cold, nor did it stop my children’s tears that fell every night from the freezing cold and fear.

My husband suffers from high blood pressure, and I suffer from severe migraines that make it impossible for me to endure the harsh cold. We are now living on the seashore, in a tent that doesn’t provide us with adequate protection. My children cry from pain and cold, and I can do nothing but watch them, helpless, unable to offer them anything.

Please, to anyone reading this story, we are an exhausted family. We have been displaced four times and have not found a safe place. Our children are suffering, and our lives are in constant danger. We plead to anyone who can help us to save us. Any donation or help could be a lifeline for us in these harsh conditions. Save my family from this war, and give us a new chance at life.

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Legally an adult doesn't nessescarily mean mature. I'd understand if someone would look at a story like this in a negative light.

You could at least age Marinette to 25 or 20. 18 is no different than 17.

I'd argue that 18 and 40 is no better than 15 and 40. I'd understand if someone was traumatised by this interaction.

Gabrinette.

lady no offense but you've been nothing but combatant ever since you've been here. Also- we all saw your first post. Why the fuck did you delete that one?

There are girls calling me ragebaiters already for just asking for proof that they're qualified to hate with as much vitriol as they do. XOXO.

clancy and the self defense instructor for the QT club get into a full on brawl after class

this was supposed to be a sprained ankle but ig assume she just took a nasty spill down the stairs and jaden panicked

Bonus blaire

JACOBTINA WAHHHHHHH

Went kind of wacko yesterday and managed to pump out 5 whole doodles

My back hurt really bad by the time I went to bed (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)(。ŏ﹏ŏ)〒▽〒

Little drawing i made after getting my ink pens.

He's a fun guy. Not made of mycelium. Ha ha. That was very funny.

heh blur

lets just say

times a blur

i wiish that i could turn back time

cause now the guilt is all mine

can't live without the

trust from those you love