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My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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We are with you brother💗💗 more strength to you

Feels like Silent Hill

the soft sounds of the pull drown me in

Great weather, even greater ragebait.

Anyways I was bored and this was it so ty and ilysm to everyone <3 have a great day loves, we'll reconnect over tumblr hp beef sometime again <3

P. S) lily is secretly lesbian (cry abt it) 💜💜

And to everyone that reblogged—I fricking love you❤❤I hope y'all were as entertained as I was🤍

Shitposting from here💗💗💗💗

Unfortunately I wasn't a 16 yr old upper middle class teen in LA in 2015 in my tiny bikini and with tinier shot glasses so I'm just gonna have to relive that in the corners of a social media app through memoirs of lives in the forms of photographs which I wish I could've been in <3

the beach photos were unmatched

- An INTJ moodboard

Yeah so before I get hate for this, this is PRECISELY what twilight feels like—apart from the cringe I'm-in-love-with-a-vampire stuff. Rain, moss, and isolation <3

@michaelkagerer

Fever dream.

Rainy day in Kyoto

Jk rowling thinking she's all that but she's just Andrew tate for middle aged women

hi, by the way, if you think that being a "feminist" includes hating trans people, let me know now so i can block you <3

Hi there 🌿 I shared my friend Mohamad’s story.

He’s facing immense hardship trying to support his displaced family while recovering from surgery.

Please consider reblogging 🔁 or donating 💖 if you can. Every bit helps 🙏

– Adam

Praying for him🙏

Indeed

they hate me for my slut waist and recurring self harming behavior

Me nd @meowmeow93345

HAPPY PRIDE FRIENDS !! 🌈💖

Heart series pt.1 | Do NOT repost or use without permission.

This.

price likes watching you age, so much so he forgot it was stealing you away from him. cw. death

your wrinkles are like trophies.

its proof to him that he’s been doing his job. that he’s kept you safe. he was able to give you the gift of aging gracefully.

honey suckle mornings kiss light over the stretch marks on your hips. the hallow wings under your eyes prune and pinch when you smile. skin thinning like paper over the ink of your veins. you bottle it in the pens you use to write to your oldest.

the sunspots from the countless hours you’ve spent on the porch in his arms, as the sun sets behind a horizon that grows berries and the children he prayed for.

it’s all enough that when you bring him tea one evening, long into his retirement, stained glass window that was a wedding gift from Kyle brightening every new feature, he cries.

you kiss his forehead when he weeps, and he’s not even sure why he finds himself curled into the space where you age. sobs like a boy who lost something.

but you’re still warm enough to remind him your here. you’re blooming and alive just as much as your dying, and you’ll hold his hand as he watches two worlds fade at once.

you give him another decade. his favorite development in the final months was when the sun hit your wedding ring in the hospital, you glowed.

didn’t know you could do that. maybe he just never noticed.

he’s not sure how he outlives you. but the sun sets over the porch again, and as dusk hits your spot on the bench, he hears your laughter in the wind chimes.

Does anyone know where I can purchase Salman Rushdie's The Satanic Verses? It's been on my tbr for a while. I want an affordable version; stuff online is costing me upwards 70000.

<3

by benjaminbarakat

I swear I go non verbal at the most crucial moments

Michael myers and pyramid head I tell you

Let me love them!!!!

"God is just man reimagined."

"I have always felt that a human being could only be saved by another human being. I am aware that we do not save each other very often. But I am also aware that we save each other some of the time." — James Baldwin on How to Live Through Your Darkest Hour and Life as a Moral Obligation to the Universe

[Belles-lettres]

Even towards yourself <3

Life's peak when you have all 3

this is me for real

Ben is a fucking genius.

Ben Cooper (Radical Face) in his Spotify Wrapped message be like "I really think there are better things you could be listening to, but thank you"

Man. Guy. I have kept Radical Face snugly against my heart for years and enthusiastically recommended him to everybody who would listen. His songs have inspired so much creativity, I've named so many short stories after them, made characters based on them, and named my first finished novel-length story Homesick. RF kept me calm and helped me sleep when I was in the hospital for my brain ("Letters Home" and "From the Mouth of an Injured Head" were dear to me then). "The Mute" is the most beautiful song I've ever heard about the autistic experience. I'm a queer exmormon from an abusive household and "Bad Blood" cuts so deep into that wound and lets it bleed like it needs to. I sang "Servants and Kings" to my partner on our seventh anniversary. Singing "Wrapped in Piano Strings" helped ground me through a horrific time involving my family. "Everything Costs" describes pretty much exactly what happened with them and my place in it.

No, RF didn't save my life per se, but damn, he sure has inspired me to feel my emotions and find sometimes heartbreaking beauty in them and use them to make something new. Like water, RF keeps everything moving, helps wash away the grime, helps break dams that need to be broken.

No there are not better things I could be listening to, Ben.

Goals.

Me everytime I like someone irl omg

I recently finished reading the kite Runner and oh my god was it eye opening. By the end of it, I was bawling my eyes out, and my lids hurt from being pressed down so tight. But even in the darkness of humane sorrow I saw a fleeting glimpse of turmoil that countless children like Hassan—and later Sohrab face. Not just in Afghanistan, but all over the world. Aptly, there's a lot of children in the world, but not enough childhood of each.

Humanity is weird. It pats your back, consoling you that there is good in the world one moment, and the next time you're looking at your scars in your mirror at your home, you can hear the voices of the same humanity, whispering in your ear that you're impure, for Sohrab; that you're a monster, for Amir; and lastly, you're illegitimate, loyal to your grave like a dog, and naive, for Hassan.

2 boys. Then 3 men. And 2 exemplary mentors. And 2 wilful women.

9 people. One story. One fate. One destiny. But many versions, many unheard rhapsodies.

Welcome home, Hassan. You'll eventually be loved proudly and boldly from the people you love. Welcome home, Amir. You'll eventually learn that what you did was wrong, but you were an affection starved child, and that isn't your fault. Welcome home, Sohrab. You aren't dirty or sinful, the dark corners of the world are.

For all of them, a thousand times over.

I love faint morute

born to be one with nature, forced to have a fear of spiders </3 ˙◠˙

Hi can you pls write sesbian lex :333

For me I'm gonna give you 2 cookies if you do

This is what happens when you have mommy issues

Anyways I'm gonna do fluff because I love fluff😝

TW: Brainrot ahead

Jiafei breathed deeply in the balcony. The pungent smell of firecrackers in the field was agonising. Her nostrils felt like they were on fire. Right. Time for a puff from her inhaler.

She reached deliberately slow to her pockets, as if savouring the burning feeling of the firecracker soot still lingering around her nose. It was a feeling of unexplained joy—a new year had begun. A new era, full of life and hope.

She breathed deeply. One puff. Two. Kai Cenat really knew his stuff, making these inhalers. Back into her pocket. She caught herself thinking of Cupcakke as she stared into the distance. If only she could make it from Ohio to Floptropica on New Years'.....

Jiafei felt two warm hands snaking around her waist, and a pair of long nails like talons asserting their hold around her. She smiled a knowing smile. Her high pitched voice droned. "Guess you're here, finally".

Cupcakke merely hummed as she buried her face in Jiafei's neck, kissing it softly. Her bright pink nails caressed Jiafei's face, making her face herself. She leaned into Jiafei's ear, and whilst smiling softly, whispered—"I could never leave you alone on New Year's, love. You're the light of my life, fire of my loins. Happy New Year's."

Jiafei closed her eyes in serenity as she felt Cupcakke's moist lips close in around her, a warm embrace contrasting to the chilly surroundings.

Happy New Year's to all of you on here!

Though a year isn't a scientific concept—you can't bind it, you can still indulge in a celebration of glitter and joy celebrated by your kind all over the world—hence, Happy 2025 to all sticking around! Much love. 🤍

Cheers to more knowledge and enlightenment this year. ❤

2025 — 𝔞 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱

Me on Sundays🩷

Presenting to you, the f-girl. Better than the f-boys.

Photoshoot from 2014 by Kurt Iswarienko.