GEM

I am arab and i don't look like this, most arabs i know don't look like this either

Vnbothered gem

I am arab and i do look like this, most arabs i know look like this as well

You won't ever be a woman, just as you won't ever get rid of us.
Cope, Pigskin. We live in your communities, online, IRL and in your head.

@Hezbollah_B: phone exploded award

@Hezbollah_B:
Selfish little fuck that won't chop off her hand to feed starving palestinian babies

@Hezbollah_B:
Selfish little fuck that won't chop off her hand to feed starving palestinian babies

@Hezbollah_B: "won't ever get rid of you"? Kikes are literally playing Looney tunes pranks on you, and you fell for it TWICE. maybe stop getting blown up by 1990s technology pagers, then focus on world domination.

my name pepenoz btw

@_account:
>Kikes are literally playing looney tunes pranks on you

GEG

I guess I am a proud sandnigger.

Angl*id troon brimstone
Go feed more HRT to soyteens

^russARYAN

@Chud:
Kill yourself nigger you ruined my ukrocheese

^ aryans

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Anti Arab gem

Total Arab Death gem

Trvth Tsar Bomba

antiswarthy

In Loving Memory of Antiswarthy
We gather with heavy hearts to remember Antiswarthy-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, Antiswarthy cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Antiswarthy did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, Antiswarthy died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.

Rest peacefully, Antiswarthy.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.