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Latest Posts by call-me-drea - Page 2
I'm over halfway to 100 mini album covers given away at my local art store's pinboard.
Yay Me!
Each mini album cover is a 25 minute watercolor and ink painting on 3x3 inch watercolor paper and given away to trade with other local artists and students.
Sending Big Hugs from the Hobbit Hole. โฅโฅโฅ
Scott
The Pope, desperate to avoid ever interacting with JD Vance again, went to the one place the Vice President couldn't follow: heaven.
everybody loves to talk about velma and daphne but yโall seem to forget that velma and hot dog water from mystery incorporated were obviously gay
ERASE the idea that America saved lives by dropping two atomic bombs on Japan from your minds. ERASE the idea that it was anything more than a political move to scare Russia and also to satiate US curiosity as to the true ability of nuclear weapons. Nagasaki and Hiroshima were not military bases. They were heavily populated civilian cities chosen precisely bc the U.S. wanted to see how many people an atomic bomb could kill in one go. Japan was on the verge of surrendering, the U.S. literally wanted to test out their nuclear weapons on people that they deemed disposable. That is it. If those bombs were dropped by any nation other than the US veryone involved would have been tried as war criminals.
The people cry out for Esperanza Valdez
@cosmicbeaniii
Needed a bookmark! Drawn traditionally and color graded
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This is just so them
devil may babysit
How 2 get away with murder by south arcade
So, cut the cord, say the word
Make you wanna scream, say a prayer
But you're messing with the wrong team
In a world that's always out to hurt you
This is how to get away with murder
Thx :3
So, cut the cord, say the word
Make you wanna scream, say a prayer
But you're messing with the wrong team
In a world that's always out to hurt you
This is how to get away with murder
I believe in kind of weird and off-putting music artist supremacy.
โข VERGIL
โข DANTE
Devil May Cry x Punishing: Gray Raven
johndead back for 1 day only for @jonsimsandcats 2025
Does your hand in any way own your stomach?
Abusive men pave the way for lazy men to get wives and girlfirends.
HAPPY JON SIMS AND CATS DAY
@jonsimsandcats
is he wrong though?
Start a new life and rebuild
The war is over, and these were moments we were eagerly awaiting, but they came laden with conflicting feelings that are difficult to describe. Great joy because the bloodshed stopped, the sound of shells stopped, but alongside the joy there is greater sadness, sadness for the souls that died.
Keep supporting us, don't stop promoting and donating to the Palestinians because Gaza is still uninhabitable
Ceasefire... does not mean that our battle for Palestine is over ๐ต๐ธ, it is actually the beginning
Our battle ends when we have a free Palestine ๐ต๐ธ๐ต๐ธโ๏ธโ๏ธ
We hope that peace will prevail in the hearts of our people and that Palestine will be liberated.
Don't stop. Boycott โข Participate โข Publish. Donate. Talk
Save our lives โผ๏ธ๐จ
"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." ๐ญ๐
The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. ๐ญ
We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. ๐๐
On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.
I bled on the way.
I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. ๐ญ๐ญ
The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.
Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.
But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.
I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."
And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.
โI am Wissamโฆ I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.
I donโt want to lose this child too.
Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.
My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. ๐ญ๐
But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.
The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. ๐๐ญ
I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. ๐ญ๐ญ
I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. ๐
Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.
As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.
He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.๐ญ๐
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" ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐๐ฉ, ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช'๐ก๐ก ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฉ. ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ก๐ง๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ."
I will make those damn dmc plushies even if it's the last thing I do
Maaaahhhtin
The Course of Empire is a series of five paintings created by the English-born American painter Thomas Cole between 1833 and 1836, which depicts the growth and fall of an imaginary city. The Course of Empire comprises the following works: The Course of Empire โ The Savage State (1); The Arcadian or Pastoral State (2); The Consummation of Empire (3); Destruction (4); and Desolation (5).
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