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トムジェリの部屋🐱🐭
トムジェリの部屋🐱🐭
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30736604417
あ :
鳥肌🙏やばいて〜😭
2024-09-06 11:10:35
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tama514735
tama :
あ、あ、あ、アシダカグモにゃ〜〜〜😭😭😭
2024-11-26 13:14:22
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rainbow.7003
rainbow.7003 :
ほんま、無理ですよね、動いたらめっちゃ素早いし、怖いですよ〜寝れない寝れない
2024-09-16 08:49:39
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yz10._.s2
ゆず :
蜘蛛嫌いな人絶対号泣するか気絶しそう
2024-09-08 08:27:10
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userkuioa7t94d
☆ユミ★(Korea NTK) :
家から追い出すまで寝れない🥺
2024-09-08 15:52:20
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user443761719161
kun :
毒グモちゃうん!?🙀👨‍🦲💦
2024-09-06 14:23:31
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gahahanohaaaaa
ぷにぷにん :
殺さないでね🥺
2024-09-06 11:03:52
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user5268643361703
とよぴー :
ゴキブリを捕まえて食べてくれる蜘蛛さんです😁できれば逃してあげてください
2024-09-06 10:20:49
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esfp5369
ESFP! :
え!w
2024-11-27 12:23:18
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user4800751113563
さかな☁️🐟 :
トムちゃん食べないでねぇ
2024-12-31 00:59:47
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user321178516557
めいみー☆彡 :
この蜘蛛いなくなったらゴキGが沢山出てくるって言う蜘蛛じゃない?👀
2024-09-19 09:52:22
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harunaa0312
はるな :
用事無くなったらどこか行きますよ。
2024-09-09 12:55:20
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chako_11.16
茶幸(ちゃこ)・幸笑(こえ) :
大きすぎませんか…🥶我が家は戦闘力1くらいのちっちゃな蜘蛛を茶幸が見つけて教えてくれました😱
2024-09-06 10:03:02
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user3161677098178
ぴ :
益虫ってわかっててもデカすぎるからお布団には来ないで😇
2024-09-09 11:36:44
1
momochimu8888
ちゃむ🐭🎠🏰✨ :
いやー、もう無理😩うちのお父さんは、こんなデカい蜘蛛を鷲掴みして投げてきて、蜘蛛恐怖症になりました😭
2024-09-10 03:53:40
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machu_ism
きなまる :
蜘蛛は益虫😌 (=^ェ^=)ちゃんに見つかる前に逃がしてあげよう💨
2024-09-08 12:14:44
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user6620308137824
✨🌹トラ男🌹✨ :
😳でかいなぁ〜ヤバイ…部屋に…こんなん居たら寝られないね😱
2024-09-09 07:06:12
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user3952195303435
まむめ :
😳だめだぁ‼️このデカさには対応はムリでーす😳😳😳😳😳
2024-09-06 10:20:36
1
hitomi01023
ひとみ🌵🏜 :
千葉県の田舎の方わ、必ず出てきた😭
2024-09-14 01:47:08
0
tama514735
tama :
同じ❣️同じ❣️😂😂😂
2024-11-27 06:10:33
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There are days your soul feels heavy like it’s carrying years of silence, and broken prayers, you feel like you’ve missed too many chances, sinned too many times, or stayed distant for too long. You see others glowing in their faith, walking with peace, and you wonder how they got so far, while you feel so far behind. You sit in the quiet, holding your regrets  the sins you thought you buried, the prayers you missed, the versions of you that you’re too ashamed to speak of. And in that stillness, a question whispers through the cracks of your heart: 𝗪𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗔𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗵 سُبْحَانَهُ وَتَعَالَى 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲? Someone who’s wandered so far, fallen so many times, and failed to come back — again and again? 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲— You are not forgotten. You are not a failure. You are not too far gone to be found. What you feel right now… isn’t distance. 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. It’s your soul stirring beneath the weight of the world. That heaviness in your chest, the ache behind your quiet smile, the guilt that lingers when you hear the Qur’an  that is not proof of your failure. It is the echo of your fitrah  the part of you that always knew the way home. That pull in your heart isn’t weakness. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡 — 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮. Even when you stopped praying. Even when you couldn’t lift your head from shame. Even when you thought you had nothing left to offer — 𝑯𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒐. You were never asked to be flawless. You were only ever asked to return. Again. And again. And again. And even if you come back with nothing but tears, with hands full of sin, with a heart too tired to speak… 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. Allah سُبْحَانَهُ وَتَعَالَى says: “O My servant, if you come to Me walking, I will come to you running.” Allah still listens when all you can say is, “Ya Allah… I don’t know how to come back. But I want to.” And that desire — even if it flickers like a dying flame — 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. Enough for Him to rebuild you. Enough for Him to wrap you in a mercy that has no limit. Let that longing grow. Let it carry you. Not in fear. But in 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞. Not in shame. But in 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. Because your return is not a sign of your strength. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲. Even now — even here — He is writing your name among those who came back. Among those He forgave. Among those He never gave up on. So cry if you need to. Repent like a child returning home. Speak to Him like someone who just wants to be held. You will never be turned away. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆. Even in your quietest moments, when your heart aches and your faith feels thin, He is near — gently turning your pain into a path, your silence into a whisper, your heaviness into a reason to come home. And there is no journey more beautiful than the one that begins with: “𝐘𝐚 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡…”
There are days your soul feels heavy like it’s carrying years of silence, and broken prayers, you feel like you’ve missed too many chances, sinned too many times, or stayed distant for too long. You see others glowing in their faith, walking with peace, and you wonder how they got so far, while you feel so far behind. You sit in the quiet, holding your regrets the sins you thought you buried, the prayers you missed, the versions of you that you’re too ashamed to speak of. And in that stillness, a question whispers through the cracks of your heart: 𝗪𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗔𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗵 سُبْحَانَهُ وَتَعَالَى 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲? Someone who’s wandered so far, fallen so many times, and failed to come back — again and again? 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲— You are not forgotten. You are not a failure. You are not too far gone to be found. What you feel right now… isn’t distance. 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. It’s your soul stirring beneath the weight of the world. That heaviness in your chest, the ache behind your quiet smile, the guilt that lingers when you hear the Qur’an that is not proof of your failure. It is the echo of your fitrah the part of you that always knew the way home. That pull in your heart isn’t weakness. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡 — 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮. Even when you stopped praying. Even when you couldn’t lift your head from shame. Even when you thought you had nothing left to offer — 𝑯𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒐. You were never asked to be flawless. You were only ever asked to return. Again. And again. And again. And even if you come back with nothing but tears, with hands full of sin, with a heart too tired to speak… 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. Allah سُبْحَانَهُ وَتَعَالَى says: “O My servant, if you come to Me walking, I will come to you running.” Allah still listens when all you can say is, “Ya Allah… I don’t know how to come back. But I want to.” And that desire — even if it flickers like a dying flame — 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. Enough for Him to rebuild you. Enough for Him to wrap you in a mercy that has no limit. Let that longing grow. Let it carry you. Not in fear. But in 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞. Not in shame. But in 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. Because your return is not a sign of your strength. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲. Even now — even here — He is writing your name among those who came back. Among those He forgave. Among those He never gave up on. So cry if you need to. Repent like a child returning home. Speak to Him like someone who just wants to be held. You will never be turned away. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆. Even in your quietest moments, when your heart aches and your faith feels thin, He is near — gently turning your pain into a path, your silence into a whisper, your heaviness into a reason to come home. And there is no journey more beautiful than the one that begins with: “𝐘𝐚 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡…”

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