Hello everyone, I am Jamal from Gaza. Without much talk, we have lost everything. This link will enable us to cover expenses, treatment, travel abroad, and rebuild our lives. I hope everyone supports you, even if it is a little we appreciate ♥️ Here is our gfm u can donate gofund.me/a625d5ba

OF ALL THE THINGS TO ADVERTISE a vaguely humanoid robot for, freeing you up from the dreariness of *checks notes* human connections so you can spend more time with your work is the worst.

el deseo es que la palme netanyahu

pidiendo un deseo hoy que tengo día de buen pelo

and yet here we are

las rrss son como los espejos, no tendría por qué tener una forma de mirarme la puta cara desde todos los ángulos todo el rato y tampoco tendría que tener una manera de acceder en directo a las experiencias personales de personas situadas a miles de km

tengo fomo de las auroras boreales

esto ya lo he tuiteado pero siento que no te avisan de que hacerte mayor supone lidiar siempre con diferentes niveles de una tristeza como latente

I think about this poem by Fady Joudah almost everyday. “They did not mean to kill the children. / They meant to./ Too many kids got in the way of precisely imprecise / one-ton bombs /dropped a thousand and one times / over the children’s nights.”

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"They did not mean to kill the children. / They meant to."