if you take requests can you do another vine comic? maybe with Sniff? pretty please
SKDHKFS WAIT I already had an idea for one too hold on
I had to draw it quickly does this work??
Do not really know what to say. A year ago we were making posts about how Gaza was being bombed through Christmas- how the oldest Christian community was being bombed- how the birth place of Jesus was being destroyed and his people murdered. A year later, it is going to be Christmas again soon, and the bombings have not stopped. But the news, and the attention seems to have died down considerably. It feels terrible and scary.
people dont really read this anymore so ill skip that. THIS IS URGENT. AHMED NEEDS DONATIONS SO HIM AND HIS MOM CAN SURVIVE. Please dont give up on him!!!!!
this is his gofundme. Please donate at least 115 SEK!!!!! KEEP THE EXCHANGE RATE IN MIND thats only 10$!
this is his chuffed
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ht2tps://gofund.me/69d9ed7c
fierceteeth
100 follower special !!! I’ve been sitting on this one for a while .
All i want to say that’s my brother is hungry and there’s nothing to eat just the bread
The past few years I’ve watched my friend Hunter go through HELL with severe mold poisoning, abusive landlords causing a sudden move, and a stressful legal battle with social security. Now when he’s trying to start fresh, an awful fuck-up from the previous owners of his new home led to him not having functioning plumbing.
Through all this, Hunter held strong, but the $7,000 bill to fix the destroyed plumbing has left him no choice but to ask for help. Please, if you have the money to spare, donate to his fundraiser - even if it’s just $1, it’ll go a long way toward helping Hunter finally live the peaceful life he deserves. Shares are also greatly appreciated.
Run DMC, New York City 1987 by Lynn Goldsmith
"Pangur Bán and I at work, Adepts, equals, cat and clerk: His whole instinct is to hunt, Mine to free the meaning pent. More than loud acclaim, I love Books, silence, thought, my alcove. Happy for me, Pangur Bán Child-plays round some mouse’s den. Truth to tell, just being here, Housed alone, housed together, Adds up to its own reward: Concentration, stealthy art. Next thing an unwary mouse Bares his flank: Pangur pounces. Next thing lines that held and held Meaning back begin to yield. All the while, his round bright eye Fixes on the wall, while I Focus my less piercing gaze On the challenge of the page. With his unsheathed, perfect nails Pangur springs, exults and kills. When the longed-for, difficult Answers come, I too exult. So it goes. To each his own. No vying. No vexation. Taking pleasure, taking pains, Kindred spirits, veterans. Day and night, soft purr, soft pad, Pangur Bán has learned his trade. Day and night, my own hard work Solves the cruxes, makes a mark."
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