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Save my father😭💔

I'm Mai,my father

My friend , please save my father.Its on my deathbed my father 's bad condition. I can't do anything I hope you can help us,my friend.please.💔💔🥺☹️

I try to ask others for money,no one wants to help me. I'm so frustrated .I don't help my father from death 💔

I'm afraid to lose my parents, please help me 💔🍉

My father is now in the hospital,and we need money to able to have my father's operations😔💔

We don't have enough money to do all this. I'm helpless, my friend, I'm afraid to lose my parents. Please help me and send me money so I can provide all this for my parents. Please, please. 💔💔☹️🍉

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Help Falah and his family survive

I am Elizabeth, and I am fundraising on behalf of Falah and his family from Gaza. Here is his message:"I am Falah, 49 years old, we are 10 p

Nessun fascista merita pace

what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

You know I've been looking at this Europa war stuff. It's pretty cool. But I'm an aerospace engineer and I can't help but cringe a bit everytime someone talks about "freezing". You would not be freezing. Yes, Europa is cold, space is cold if you are in shadow, you? Oh, you are hot, very hot! On Europa, there isn't an atmosphere. You wouldn't have any way to shed heat, so the real problem wouldn't be keeping warm but keeping *cool*. In the tunnles? Sure if they are pressurized, cold as all hell. Anything else? Warm.

I slept 4 hours, and they were filled with nightmares, I feel like I am gonna pass out jesus christ. I woke up witt my hands shaking uuuhh. But we stay strong and we keep winning because by god I have a meeting with my peofessor and some colleagues today and I can't forfeit... I should post my art on this blog...

I don't usually do this. I don't like just having a piece of me on the internet. But I need to just let this out.

Tonight is hard, I can't sleep, I've been crying nonstop for two hours. I'm not sure what triggered it, maybe this silly song that's stuck in my head. "Bug, bug, little mister bug! / If only you were bigger, I could really use a hug!". The moment I got in bed, sections of my childhood came back, not good ones. How I would spend every recess alone playing with bugs and ants, because every other kid didn't want anything to do with me. I was too weird. The way they would beat me, they never left me alone, the teachers never did anything. I would feed the ants pieces of my lunch, enjoy looking at their neat little rows, tried saying hi to all the ones that came over.

I really wasn't a bad or problematic kid, I still wonder how the fuck the adults in my life got that impression. I got max grades in everything, loved learning, never bothered everyone. I would just have crying fits because school was unbearable or tantrums for honestly justified reasons. I was distressed. Anyone would be in my position.

At home it wasn't any better, constant screaming, hurting me, fighting, lectures about how to be a better kid. It was hell, I barely got moments of peace. When I did I would look at the stars, dreaming about a future in which it was all better. In which I was not beat or sexually assaulted on the regular, in which I had a safe person, or just a future were I was happy.

I wish I could be there for me, help me, love me, cup my chubby little face, and say, "You are good! You are doing great! You're the best kid anyone could ask for! There is nothing wrong with you!". Go eat ice cream together.

I wanna be a mom. For a vey egoistic reason though. I wanna love something with all myself, I wanna pour every inch of my being into building a beautiful life for them, no matter what. I wanna sing my silly little songs to a small little human, hear them cry until my ears wish to bleed, console them, help them, never make them doubt how much I love them. Wake up early just to check on them sleeping. Tell them how beautiful they are, how they can achieve anything, how they will always be loved.

Maybe one day, for now they are just in my imagination. Goodnight.

I went to this shop and it had a makeup section, I spent some time there looking at all the things, in particular I wanted to see if they had any blue eyeshadow or lipstick. Why? Because I really like blue! And I still haven't experimented with makeup!

I did not find blue, it was all classical white gurl colors. But I did find this one scented lip stain that was honey flavoured and themed. It smelled so good and the test I did kept it's scent for the entire day. I couldn't stop sniffing it.

I probably should've bought it, but ut was really expensive and well, I was also embarassed. But I don't need to be, there is nothing wrong with me buying a lip stain.

It's 3:30 am, I am awake, I don't usually wish for silly stuff, but just this once I wish for shorter, more tender nights

I really need this

The only correct way to talk to transbians:

Compliment them immediately. Doesn’t matter if it’s their outfit, their voice, their eyes—just make sure they know they’re hot. Bonus points if they get flustered.

Use their yearnings as a second language. If you’re not at least a little dramatic about how breathtakingly beautiful they are and how you’d absolutely perish if they so much as brushed their fingers against your cheek, are you even trying?

Tease them just enough to make them squirm. A little playful banter, a well-placed “Oh? You like that?” and suddenly they’re blushing and looking away, which is exactly the desired outcome.

Be gay. Be so gay. Every sentence should be at least 30% flirting, 50% sapphic pining, and 20% sheer lesbian chaos.

Remind them they’re gorgeous, wanted, and absolutely irresistible. Because they are. And they should know it.

Welcome home vinyl restoration

Ok so, in the merchandise page there is this horribly damaged vinyl that plays in a video, and I thought there was probably something behind it and so i tried restoring it and i got to this point.

My guess to what this says is:

<unkown person, perhaps Alex> :"Someone's there [humming in tune] on a summer's day!"

[moment of pause]

<unkown person 2> :"Alex (?) numbers (?) are falling DOWN, DOWN, DOWN!"

<sounds like Julie here> :"Oh jeez! I'm gonna fetch the tomatoes" [kinda out of place but that's what it sounds and we know Frank and Julie were growing tomatoes in the yard, so something with that?]

If we follow the numbers given on the page these vinyls are from 1970 to 1972, and we are assuming by what is said in the main page welcome home was pulled from television in 1974, so perhaps the "numbers are falling down" is referring to the show loosing viewers?

This is the original audio i managed to get, inc ase you wanna try your hand at recovering it too.

Sorry if both these audios are kinda weird I did them in VLC media player.

Another interesting thing about this audio is the spectrogram, which has some weird artifacts

Now some of these are normal, for example:

^ This bands are where the character's voices are, and all the different stripes one over the other are the notes at which they talk or sing at and their resonant frequencies.

This on the other hand is the part between 20khz and 5khz, which is mainly static and a weird non repeating humming. This makes me think that these weird signs actually mean something, maybe morse, or maybe something else completely.

I invite you to try download the audio and look at the spectrogram yourself, to try and see what you get.

Also tell me what you hear in the restored audio! who know maybe you have better ideas than mine.

Until next time, don't forget to wave up high!