Kass

i run sometimes

[Kass @kvsssy]

@SupportRequests #0390491213

[Kass @kvsssy]

https://t.co/SnXEXhHW52

[Kass @kvsssy]

I was summiting a volcano last Sunday 🌅🌋

[Kass @kvsssy]

I know my 40L backpack hate to see me coming

[hamdi @xamdl4]

All my homies hate AI art

[jon drake @DrakeGatsby]

This is me btw. When you hit me with tariffs this is who you’re tariffing

[Kass @kvsssy]

https://t.co/VZsLHY4uLI

[۟ @songbirdology]

happy the pitt day to everyone that celebrates

[Kass @kvsssy]

Went viral on TikTok (I got 100+ likes ahahaha)

[Kass @kvsssy]

It’s April and I miss Ireland

[Kass @kvsssy]

https://t.co/luKNLfvq6V

[حسام شبات @HossamShabat]

While many knew Hossam as a fearless journalist, there was so much more to him. He was a young man with dreams, with a sense of humor, and a heart full of life. He loved dressing well, even in the middle of chaos, once joking:
“What if I run into a cute girl while reporting? I want to look good!”

Hossam had crushes. He wanted to fall in love, to build a family, to be a husband and a father. He talked about the future like he believed in it — like it was something real and reachable. He wanted more than headlines and frontlines. He wanted soft mornings, quiet dinners, laughter with loved ones.

He dreamed of leaving Gaza someday, saying,
“When this is all over, I’m taking a long break — I want to visit a beautiful country.”
He longed for peace — not just for his people, but for his own soul. A chance to breathe freely, to explore, to just be.

He grew up by the sea and loved seafood deeply. The ocean was part of him — he’d smile and say,
“I love everything seafood — I grew up with it.”
There was something about the water that calmed him, something that reminded him of home, even as the world around him was in pieces.

At night, you’d find him with his headphones on, listening to music — especially Palestinian songs. He’d spend time during the day downloading them so he could escape into melodies once the city quieted down. It was his small form of peace — rhythm in the middle of ruin.

He was pure. He was innocent.
There was a gentleness in him that never hardened, even in war. A softness that stayed untouched by the noise around him. He believed in beauty, in love, in something better. And that is how he should be remembered — not just as a journalist, but as a young man who wanted to live.

[The Notorious J.O.V. @whotfisjovana]

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[Kass @kvsssy]

Having to wait for next Thursday again 😭#ThePitt

[Safia Latif @safialatif]

Ramadan Mubarak!

[Kass @kvsssy]

Aura migraine ? 10/10 do not recommend

[Ivana @IArtioli]

In the Mood for Love, 2000

[TIMES OF GAZA @Timesofgaza]

A return can’t be great without cats.
Good morning from Gaza.