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Please don't let me down I need your help and donations 🙏💔 My campaign is very weak 😭💔 I am Maram from Gaza I am asking for your kind assistance to save my life and the life of my family from hunger, cold, poverty and displacement 🇵🇸💔 It is not easy to ask for help but the situation in Gaza is tragic and beyond imagination Death, destruction and displacement are everywhere 😭🙏💔 Please help me 💔😭🇵🇸 My dear friends I would like to thank everyone who contributed to helping us overcome this ordeal through your support and donations ❤️❤️🌿 Thank you for your humanity, generosity and sympathy with us 🙏❤️🇵🇸
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Hello,
My name is Ahmad , from northgaza.
The war destroyed our life and we lost everything.
My friends we need your support to help my family face these challenges and rebuild what’s been lost.
By donating, you will help us stay alive and prepare for a more hopeful future.
Your support can make a huge difference in our lives and help us rebuild a sense of normalcy and optimism.
Thank you for considering our needs.
Together, we can offer a glimmer of hope and a chance for a better tomorrow.
PLEASE KEEP POSTING AND DONATE
May peace find you and yours
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I need perisex people to understand that the 'corrective' surgeries done on intersex children are nothing like bottom surgeries for trans people. Not just because of the lack of consent, but also because it is literally not the same surgery.
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The Power of Memories 🎞️
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed, and I want to share a little bit of my journey with you.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place I once called home. Life was simple but beautiful. I remember sitting with my family in the evenings, drinking tea and telling stories. I remember walking through the streets, greeting neighbors, feeling like I belonged. I remember celebrating birthdays, laughing over silly jokes, and dreaming about the future.
But in the blink of an eye, everything changed. My home is gone. My family is not whole anymore. My city is unrecognizable. 💔 The streets that once felt so safe are now filled with emptiness. The laughter has been replaced with silence.
And yet, I hold onto my memories. Because memories remind me of who I am, where I come from, and what truly matters. They remind me that love, family, and connection are stronger than destruction.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family, tell someone you love them, appreciate the warmth of home. These small moments are what truly make life beautiful. 💙
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(so mad i can’t see straight) Yeah i just don’t think chat gpt is a good classroom tool
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"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼
Share, donate, help us survive. 🕊️❤️
In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨
In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿
"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏

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starting antidepressants a year ago and eating much better as a result has had the unintended effect of making my ass huge. now that i'm starting estrogen and my body fat's gonna probably redistribute more? the world is not ready
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Regular misogyny is still misogyny when you direct it against transfems. When you accuse us of hysteria (or "screaming and crying" as you may circumlocutionarily put it) for expressing views you dislike, that's misogyny. When you explain aspects of our transfeminism that you find disagreeable (for example us taking issue with the claim that we are "seen as men") with us being too emotionally fragile and immature to face reality, that's misogyny. When you dismiss us as being too irrational and emotional to assess our own oppression objectively, that's misogyny. If you belittle, infantilize and condescend to transfeminists at every turn, if you cannot reckon with the fact that you have genuine ideological disagreements with transfeminists without resorting to misogynistic cliches to dismiss them, then you are a misogynist who considers transfems fair game for misogynizing (and you should correct that).
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Baby Ayla and her family were in their tent today when the IOF suddenly appeared and began firing on the tents. The family barely escaped with their lives, a bullet having narrowly missed baby Ayla’s head!
They had to leave their tent and most of their possessions, which are now under IOF control and are irrecoverable.
They are currently on the street, with no tent, no blankets, no food, and no clothes other than what they were wearing when they had to flee for their lives. They are literally just sitting in the dirt under the night sky.

Ayla’s mother Bashaer @bshaeromars-blog is trying to get Ayla to sleep, but Ayla is too cold and uncomfortable. The low temperature in Gaza tonight is just 47 F or 8 C. They are starving, freezing, and totally without resources. They DESPERATELY need funds for a tent, food, and other basic necessities!! The tent alone is $3000
Currently: $40,469
New temporary goal: $43,469 USD
Please send anything you can so baby Ayla and her family can survive the night!!
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Hello🤗❤️
I hope you are well🌹
Can you help me get my voice heard
and share my family's story?🙏🏻
Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 10$?
By helping to reblog my story, you could
save a family from death and war.🌹
Thank you very much🌸
🕊️❤️🌹🙏🏻
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Hello, 🌸
I hope my message finds you well
I'm Momen Al Madhoun / Digital Artist / From Gaza 🇵🇸
I need your help to amplify my voice by sharing my artwork
"The work is about my beloved wife's suffering during a year of genocide" 🕊️
Please reblog my post and donate if you can 🙏🏻
Post link
Thank you for your time 🌹🌹
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Hello🤗❤️
I hope you are well🌹
Can you help me get my voice heard
and share my family's story?🙏🏻
Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 10$?
By helping to reblog my story, you could
save a family from death and war.🌹
Thank you very much🌸
🕊️❤️🌹🙏🏻
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Hi dear, how are you? it's Ola 🥺
I am writing to you today with a heavy heart, in desperate need of your help. I cannot express how unbearable the situation we are living in has become. My family is suffering from the harshness of the biting cold, and we are facing a severe shortage of food and clothing. Every day that passes feels like a lifetime, and each moment makes me feel more helpless and hopeless.
I need you today more than ever. The crazy rise in prices has made us unable to buy food, water and clothes during this harsh winter, So can you help us provide our basic needs? 💔
Imagine if you were in my place—how would you feel? It is incredibly hard to ask for help, and even harder to feel that your voice is not being heard. I implore you, please don’t ignore me. Don’t make me feel that our lives and the lives of my family are not valuable.
I need your support, and I trust that you can provide it. All I am asking for is your support. Every donation, no matter how small, will make a difference in changing the situation we are in. Please help us by donating to our campaign and by reblogging the pinned post on my page. Please don't stop at sharing.🥺🙏
This is my GFM link:
https://www.gofundme.com/f/empower-olas-pursuit-of-education-amid-crisis?qid=30ec4c502382b9962b96d698a687d9a8
My campaign has been verified by @/90-ghost, @/northgazaupdates, @/el-shab-Hussien, and @/nabulsi's vetted list #205.
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1yYkNp5U3ANwILl2MknJi9G7ArY4uVTEEQ1CVfzR8Ioo/htmlview#gid=0
You are the hope I cling to in these tough moments. Please, don’t let me down.💔💔🥺🥺
Please don't ignore our need, don't ignore my ask, Please donate and share with others. 🥺🙏
With heartfelt thanks and appreciation,
Ola
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to those with enlightened minds, comedy, horror, and erotica are synonymous
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they won't tell you this in therapy but sometimes the best way to stop catastrophizing/anxiety is to interrupt your spiraling with "girl what the hell are you talking about"
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