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I don't remember if I've ever had a consistent and strong sense of identity or if it is just a side effect of the apathy I've developed. Almost everything in regards to me can be forgotten in days - it's not important to the psyche. But I can recall things unrelated from years ago, living in the back of my mind in the empty space left behind. It is like poison, I cannot imagine intentionally carving a place out in this world for myself, I reject anything that makes me feel like I exist and live to serve others. I don't know what I am aside from the things I love and I don't know if I ever will. I want to believe there used to be a part of me that thought about our future in a broader sense but I think I've only ever aspired to make it to tomorrow. And slowly that's morphed into realizing I cannot visualize ten years from now, I cannot visualize ten years ago, and so there is no motivation to get better. I don't know who I am and I have no urge to find out.

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reblog to give your f/o a forehead kiss! 💋

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be free!!

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“…to me” is one of the most powerful disclaimers we have on here… is this character analysis accurate? debatable. but it’s real… to me.

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I've lost the love of my life, and my fingers refuse to write the word “death” in connection with him. I am still in denial, grappling with the harsh truth that he is gone. Now, I live amidst the ruins of memories—everything around me serves as a reminder of him. He adored the sky and the sea, always fascinated by the stars. I once told him that I wished the roof of our future home could be made of glass, so we could gaze at the stars together, dreaming of our life ahead. But all of that is now shattered, forever lost since Israel took away the soul of the one I cherished most.

My life has become an empty void, devoid of any motivation to take a single step forward. I find no desire to cry, to eat, or even to exist. Each day is a relentless cycle, repeating itself, as I wait for the moment of my death. I often find myself lost in thoughts of how it might happen: will I die whole, or will my body be scattered, pieces of me consumed by stray dogs and cats?

➡️Now, my focus has shifted to my family and the desperate need to save them from this hell we call home. This is not just a plea; it is a campaign for survival.

Please, if you can, do not hesitate to donate and help us find safety. Every bit counts in this fight for our lives.

My campaign has been verified

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Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)

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Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)

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I'm everything that a flower is,

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many of us do. it's difficult not to succumb to the feeling of not being able to do something and being completely helpless. and while it's true that individually none of us can change the world, we do have the power together to make an impact, especially on the lives of individual people around us.

instead of succumbing to feelings of doom and despair about the election, the climate, or any other ongoing crises, please consider donating to ibrahim. that is a real way to have a real impact on someone's life.

ibrahim is only 15 and is trying to raise funds to not just help him and his family escape the genocide, but also to survive in the current conditions. he has been displaced and exposed to countless horrors time and time again. the least we can do is attempt to help him.

please, if you can: match my donation of €10. if you can't spare that, spare €5 or even €1. if you really have nothing to give, share this post. don't turn away from suffering. this is your chance to do something.

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delicious identity disorder