Teacupfroggo - Teacupfroggo

I'm so bad a summer that I wear jeans and a jacket in 30 degree (celcius) weather.

ancient greek word of the day: κακοθερής (kakotherēs), unfitted to endure summer heat

Hello! I need medication for life to prevent my lungs from collapsing, this implies permanent treatment with steroids, oxygen therapy, control of oxygen in the blood and antibiotics to prevent the development of bacteria in the lungs.

I'm afraid I have to insist on this because it may be the only way to get my treatment.

I need medication for life to keep my lungs from collapsing, this costs around $700 per month.

Things are really tough on me,I can’t afford. Please donate🖤

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

happy birthday to everyone today! If your birthday is the same day I posted this then we share a birthday! Have a wonderful year! 🎂🎂🍰🍰

One of my stardew farmers

Favourite colour: red

Fav song: red from rise of red

Currently reading: skulduggery pleasant, heroes of olympus and my hero academia

Currently watching: arcane (for the 7th time)

Craving: chocolate. At all times.

Hobbies: reading writing and drawing.

Tagged by the angel herself @ladyvalfie

favorite color - Gray, cause I'm that kinda dull bitch

last song - oh fuck what was the last song I listened to that I intentionally listened too ... Black Betty by Caravan Palace maybe

currently reading - I'm supposed to be reading The Locked Tomb series but im a fucking procrastinator.

currently watching - I WANT SEASON 2 OF DUNGEON MESHI SO BAD... but I guess I've been watching The Mandalorian, The Acolyte, and King of the Hill

currently craving - lay down cuddle time with @its-brit-bruh

coffee or tea- I'm an iced tea girl, and to make everyone hate me more I like my iced tea unsweet..

I'm tagging @its-brit-bruh @t-girl-samus @celestesthoughts @sierraisboring

Please don't skip !!

Bahaa is 5 years old.. He loves playing, writing and drawing Now he has no home, no playroom, no writing, no drawing, no education... I want to register Bahaa in a kindergarten so that he can write, draw and play again... He needs new clothes and a bag, notebooks, pens and drawings for the kindergarten in order to register him Help Bahaa

Here is my campaign link:

https://gofund.me/a0bfd354

Any small donation can make a difference 🍉

If you can't donate, sharing our story will help us

Thank you so much for any support you can provide 💖.🌹

✅ Verified in the official list by @gaza-evacuation-funds

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Hello, I am Tareq from Gaza Iam trying save my famliy from the genocide happening here. I ask for your help in spreading my story and donating if you can contribute anything, no matter how small.Please don,t forget to sharethe latest post from my page and follow my account to help spread the story to the world. Thank you.

htps://gofund.me/481656bc

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Found a HILARIOUS one on tiktok

Paint the roses red

This is based off of the Alice in wonderland story but if Alice never leaves, it takes place 30 years later.

CW: dark themes, missing children, stupid main characters, idk what to put here (if I've missed anything let me know in the comments and I'll fix it.)

AN: please excuse any terrible writing, I will just give you a bad chapter if I hit writers block sry.

Chapter 1

The poster

School had ended about half an hour ago, yet I wasn't home yet. For some odd reason I always seemed to gravitate to the old poster board outside the town hall after school everyday instead of home like all the other children my age. Like usual I was staring at the same old missing child poster that had been up the last thirty years, it was for a girl named Alice. The poster was black and white so I couldn't tell much other than what the poster said. She apparently had blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin, which if you ask me, sounded like pretty much every girl in the village other than me, Sam, and about ten others. After a while I began to drift off into my own little world before I heard someone calling my name.

"Ellie! What are you doing? Why are you staring at the old poster board again?" My best friend Sam laughed as she jogged in my direction, her neon pink hair easy to spot anywhere anytime, a stark contrast to my black hair.

"I'm just looking at the old Alice poster again." I respond, smiling at Sam.

"You know she's probably never gonna be found right, it's been 30 years, she probably lookes nothing like that silly old poster by now." Sam joked

"I know, I still wonder who she could've been though, had she not gone missing that is."

"Your always thinking that Ellie. All the time. Now come on! My mum made choc chip cookies!"

"Yum." I say, walking with Sam to her house.

A few days later (Saturday night- sunday morning)

Branches rattled against my window pain as the wind howled right outside, the moonlight created spindly shadows that danced across my bedroom walls. I wasn't able to sleep for some reason, despite the fact that nights like these always made it easier for me to sleep. I lay in bed for what feels like hours before drifting off. My dream was strange, I was in a forest, the trees had no leaves and stunk of death and disease. The place sent chills up my spine with every step, I called out "hello? Is anyone there?" With no reply, I kept walking, eventually coming to a crossroad, the signs were written in what I assumed to be blood, the one pointing right said "diamond", the one pointing forward said "spade", and the one pointing left said "clubs". I looked down and almost screamed, there, sitting in the middle of the Junction, was a human heart, covered in blood and still beating.

I woke up in cold sweat. It was dawn. I slowly crept down the hall to the kitchen and made myself some toast for breakfast, still shaking from my dream. "It was just a nightmare." I muttered to myself while eating my toast. As I finished my breakfast I put my plate in the basin and walked back to my room to get dressed, I wore a simple below the knee black skirt with a white long sleeve button up, I folded the collar perfectly and did my hair into a low bun, pulling on my old but still pristine looking shoes, they were leather slip ons with a buckle running over my foot to hold them in place and the sole was about 3 centimetres thick.

I left the house and walked to the library and went inside, greeting the librarian, Mrs. Davey, with a small wave before walking to the fiction section. I looked for the familiar pink and blue spine of my favourite book, Wonderland, it was about an old far away place with blue grass and pink trees, purple cats that could disappear before your eyes, and crazy hat makers who loved having tea parties. It was an odd world, but one I found comfort in, and after that dream I'd had, I definately needed comfort.

Still on the timebomb bus and I'll be on it forever.