Hi
Have low camera quality hailstorm I made a while ago
Thank you for educating me.
I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad
I never actually drew one of the wof chracters, so have the blue one (He's bluer under the cut)
Brown
My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.
I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.
Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.
How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?
I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.
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From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏
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*i chuck these at u and scramble away*
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EMERGENCY!!! SEVERELY ILL INFANT!!!
Baby Ayla has a severe ear infection. She is in terrible pain and is very lethargic. She requires antibiotics and other medications to treat her infection, as well as vitamins that will help support healthy growth. If she cannot receive these treatments, Ayla will probably have to have surgery on her ear!!!
Horrifyingly, inflation caused by the IOF siege means that it will cost $2500 USD to procure these treatments. The family simply does not have this money, and cannot attain it without you.
Ayla needs this medication ASAP, before her condition worsens. Her mother Bashaer @bshaeromars-blog is heartbroken and terrified, she has never seen Ayla in such a poor state. PLEASE help her get treatment for her baby!!!
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This is a longshot, would you be willing to help me get my insulin? I'm down to my last pen and its pretty much close to being empty.Nt asking for much only need $370 rn to save my bloodsugar. please help me with a small donation or share any help can save my life.Please help & Blessings ❤Thanks.
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I live now with my child, whom I loved the most difficult days of our lives, I gave birth to him in difficult days full of fear everywhere, full of explosions and disasters that surround us from materials contaminated in explosives.
I suffer from dehydration because of malnutrition that devoured our bodies, me and my child
We need vitamins and medicines to recover our health, which is almost collapsing.
Help us by bringing help for me and for my baby, please, I beg you to help me and my child.
All we have is you are the only ones who can help
Don't let us die from the famine that surrounds us, we barely survived this disaster
My child and I need the expenses we need to recover what we have lost from our health. Don't let us and go. You are the one who determines our destiny.
I hope for help
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