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something need doing?
my man
Daily Nagoriyuki 14112024
Saint Jellyfish Exhorter by seok young choi
This is a meteorite that has fallen from a clearly superior part of the galaxy.
she touch my yippee till i yay
Took a break from work to quickly sketch Watcher and Secretary from 1000xRESIST because I gotta draw something for myself in the rare cases my brain lets me. Go play that game. It's deserves way more recognition.
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unironically my favourite tweet ever
Went out w some1 but they kept quicksaving, like, every 30 seconds. I can't stand ppl who savescum on dates like come on man you don't need to max out my approval every single dialogue option, live in the moment
only from the dangers of weapons 💣 but from hunger 🍞 and disease 🤒.💔🌧️
In a small neighborhood in Gaza 🏘️, I live with my four children: Qusay, Jouri, Mohammed, and Adam. Poverty and hunger aren’t the only wounds in our lives; there’s another wound that burdens me and deepens our suffering. It’s the skin disease 🦠 that has affected me and my children, making each day feel like a new punishment ⚖️ added to a long list imposed by the harsh realities of war. I see the effects of the disease on my children; I see their innocent eyes 👀, weary from tears and pain 😢, their small, thin bodies 👦🏻👧🏻 weakened by malnutrition 🍲, and the innocence that is slowly vanishing under life’s cruelty.😞🩹🍞💔
Our suffering isn’t simple. War has shut the doors 🚪 of hope in my face. Many times, I’ve tried to find treatment for my children 🏥, but each time, war’s hand ✋ reaches out to deny us even the dream of good health 🛑. My heart 💔 aches as I look at them, feeling helpless 😔—an emotion I had never known before.
Qusay, my eldest at twelve 👦🏼, is a determined boy. He loves studying 📚 and dreams of becoming a doctor 👨⚕️ to one day relieve children from the pain he witnesses daily. But like all of us, he’s been caught in the clutches of war. He can’t even attend school 🏫 regularly and doesn’t feel safe in our small home 🏠.📚🏫💭
As for Jouri, my seven-year-old daughter 👧🏼, she doesn’t understand what war means, but she knows her days aren’t like other children’s. She feels pain when she looks at her small hands 🤲, irritated and itchy, and when she asks me why she’s hurting, I have no answer.💔🩹😢
Mohammed, my four-year-old son 👦🏽, has become mostly silent 🤐, speaking only a little, as if war has stolen both his voice 🎙️ and his childhood 🎈.🌧️😞💔
And finally, there’s Adam, my ten-month-old baby 👶, too young to understand anything, yet crying constantly 😢. His life is already filled with hunger 🍽️, pain 💢, and sickness 🤧.🍼💔😢
I stand at night 🌙 beside my children as they struggle to sleep 🛌, lifting my hands to the sky ☝️ in prayer 🙏, asking for God’s help. I have nothing for them but hope 💫 and prayers, and I am left only to wait⏳—waiting for a day when peace 🕊️ and mercy 💖 will come. A day when I can see my children laugh freely 😂, without fear 😨 or pain.🕊️🙏💔
Welcome
I do not know when we will publish about what is really happening here. Life has begun to narrow around us. My children are calling on you from Gaza😔 for help to escape from this unmerciful world. Please participate and donate, even if a small amount of money. Make the world see what these children are suffering from hunger, disease and homelessness. Are these children to blame for what? gets here😭😔
Thank you for listening
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