Coming Back From Hibernation Because LEWIS TO FERRARI???? WHAT???

coming back from hibernation because LEWIS TO FERRARI???? WHAT???

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lunaetiicsaystuff

1 year ago

DAYLIGHT

lando norris x fem!oc

summary:Adaezela Samu and Lando Norris have called each other their best friends for as long as they can both remember, until one of them decides to deal with the raising tension between them.

part 1 , part 2 ,

adaezelasamu just posted a new story !

⤷user1 DID LANDO GIVE YOU THOSE FLOWERS???

⤷user2 so pretty 😍😍

⤷landonorris wow whoever bought you those flowers must be a real gentleman 🤔

landonorris just posted a new story !

adaezelasamu just posted !

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family dinner ❤️

landonorris yum yum

⤷user3 ofc youre first you little simp

user1 awwww 🥺🥺

user2 isnt that the same puppy lando posted on his ig 😃

⤷user3 he prob went with her

user4 "family dinner" but lando was there, is she soft launching???

⤷user1 her family and lando's have been friends since before they were born, let them be friends

landonorris the twins 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

⤷adaezelasamu their little messy faces 😭😭

callansamu yh dont post me 🙄

⤷adaezelasamu YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DIDN'T WANT TO GET PICS YOU LIAR

⤷callansamu @/landonorris come get her before she attacks me

⤷landonorris omw 🫡

lilymhe GORGEOUS 😍😍

⤷adaezelasamu WIFEEEEE

francisca.cgomes 🤤

⤷adaezelasamu 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽

danielricciardo tell mama cathy that she has to bring some food to the paddock soon!

⤷adaezelasamu mama says shes gonna bake some cookies for you and lewis

⤷lewishamilton 🥰🥰🥰

⤷landonorris im still her favourite

carlossainz55 not fair why do they get free food and i dont

⤷adaezelasamu youre a menace to society but ok

⤷user5 LMFAOOOOOO 😭😭😭

charles_leclerc Bon appétit!

adaezelasamu liked this reply!

landonorris orange is better btw

⤷adaezelasamu yeah?

⤷landonorris yupppp

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lunaetiicsaystuff

3 months ago

🌟 A Plea from Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟

Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.

That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.

The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.

I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.

Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?

How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.

Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.

What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.

🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸

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Donate to From Despair to Hope: Help us to rebuild our life., organized by Fatima Rajwani

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lunaetiicsaystuff

3 months ago

The Journey of Return

My father stands amidst the rubble of a destroyed building, looking into the distance. The ground is covered with broken concrete, twisted metal, and remnants of structures.

My father stands among ruins, holding a plastic bag. He looks at the destruction surrounding him. The background consists of partially collapsed buildings, metal debris, and remnants of infrastructure.

My father wearing a black cap and dark clothing walks along a dirt road surrounded by debris and damaged buildings. In the background, two other people walk in the same direction. The sunlight casts a strong glare over the scene.

My father walks past a heavily damaged multi-story building with bullet holes and broken walls. Clothes are hung on a line near makeshift coverings over part of the structure.

After fifteen months of forced displacement, we returned carrying hope, but what we found was harsher than we had imagined. Our homes were no longer homes. They had become silent ruins telling a story of loss. There were no longer walls to protect us nor windows overlooking the dreams we had grown up with. Every corner here whispered the pain of memories, the sound of laughter buried under the rubble, and the warmth of family that had become just a memory.

We walked 11 miles, nearly 18 kilometers, carrying what was left of our lives on our shoulders, treading over harsh ground that seemed to reproach us for our absence. The road was not just a distance. It was a lesson in patience and resilience. Our bodies were exhausted, but our souls burned with longing.

My father is lying on the ground, resting on a dirt surface. He appears exhausted. Around him, other people are sitting or standing, with some carrying bags. The ground is uneven, with scattered debris and makeshift belongings.

Today, we stand on this land, trying to gather what remains, to start again despite the pain. But the truth is, we can't do it alone. We need a helping hand, support to rebuild our lives as they once were, or even better. This land has suffered just as we have, yet it still holds the potential for life. And so do we… we just need someone to believe in us, to help us rise again.

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Donate to Support DrDarine and Her Family's New Beginning, organized by ENASE ZAGOOT

Israel has taken more members of my extended family. Are we next? Does… ENASE ZAGOOT needs your support for Support DrDarine and Her Fami

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lunaetiicsaystuff

2 years ago

DREAM + FACE REVEAL

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lunaetiicsaystuff

3 years ago

"man i love the sbi dynam—" just say you wish your older brothers had protected you when you were a kid and go

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lunaetiicsaystuff

1 month ago

🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

🌿 My Name Is Rola, And This Is My Story 🌿

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚