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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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YOU hate JK Rowling!

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This is child abuse. Trump's rhetoric is creating anxiety for every child. Anything that makes children feel 'less than' is pure evil. Students and teachers/nurses do not need hateful conspiracies for shitty parents to weaponize.

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Kitchen Nightmares is really just like

Owners: i don't know why my restaurant is failing. Chef Ramsey please help

Ramsey: hello i am Gordon Ramsay. How is the food

Owners: we have the best food

*food comes out*

Gordon: this is an alive rat

Owners: our customers love te alive rat. We have the best food. Every day they order the alive rat.

*dinner service*

Customer: oh my god this is an alive rat

Waitress: is everything okay?

Customer: no it's an alive rat

*food is sent back*

Owner: this has never happened before. Fuck you Gordon Ramsay you should just leave. People love the alive rat

*Gordon goes in the freezer*

Gordon: there are 25 molds unknown to science. The rats have set up a lab to study them. Blimey. Scientist rats. They've unionized.

*later*

Gordon: your food is bad

Owner: no!!!!!!!!

Gordon: yes

Owner: oh my god our food is bad

*remodel, menu change*

Owner: oh my god Gordon Ramsay you saved my life thank you so much

Gordon: promise never to serve alive rats again, yeah?

Owner: yes of course

*end of episode*

Gordon: ratatouille ammirite? *He walks away chuckling*

End card: the restaurant was shut down three months later because they went back to serving alive rats.

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One must imagine Prometheus as a delivery guy

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it's almost that time of the year folks. grab yer knives

reblog for extra stabbing

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Beautiful cow who is mooing at you

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Rotating Sandwich Mood Board

Rotating Sandwich Mood Board

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Having a child is great for a myriad of reasons but the one that stands out to me so far, without said child having entered the world yet, is the fact that it’s helped me personally figure out how to accept help. Every gift someone has gotten me, every favor, I’ve thought “I’ll find a way to repay you, somehow.” But it’s in this moment, the evening after my mother bought my wife and me a fairly pricey travel system, that she probably had something fairly similar happen for her. Any friends expecting a child got help from their people, and so on and on.

My friend sends us videos on random little hacks to help with baby, and shares that she intends to help with chores because of course we want to spend time with our baby and not waste time with menial tasks like cooking and dishes and laundry.

I can accept help. After a lifetime of I can do it myself, I feel so much lighter with the knowledge that I can accept help.

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Somebody needs to make low stakes night vision goggles so I can read a physical book at night without bothering my wife who is trying to sleep

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I think I know why I try so many creative pursuits and ultimately abandon them for the next big thing. I do have gifted kid syndrome to a degree but I do not think this is the root of my creative constipation.

There is something inside of me, my brain, my very heart of hearts that is dying to be released and at the turning point of every new hobby, be it music, writing, model building, wood carving… something starts to emerge and I crush it like a bug. I crush it so fast and with such fear and hatred that the fact I do anything creative at all is a miracle. Am I scared of it? Is it scared of me? Do I hate it, does it need to be free and I hold it captive in the one place it can’t stand to be? I seem to be my own prisoner but that’s just fine, there’s plenty to do.

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Customer: NUMBER ONE PSYCH DOCTOR DMV: #1 PUSSY DR Verdict: DENIED

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It’s interesting, the balance of pressure.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

Something has too much pressure to give,

Nature will find a way to balance it.

Make it equal. Give and take.

Maybe that’s why I finally feel at peace

In a thunderstorm.

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Me: *knows stg means Swear To God*

Also me: Stone Temple Gilots

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random userbase data time

(listed almost every/every game as one option in case you skipped out on some of the multiplayer ones)

please reblog after you vote for Maximum Data, even if you voted no! if you voted for one of the other options, tag your favorite game(s)!

I am just very interested in the presence of the zelda fanbase :>

please note that, for the sake of this poll, remakes count as one game. so like, if you've played the original ocarina of time and master quest and the 3ds version, that counts as one game.

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4/24/23

Do you ever just revel in life?

Knowing that you can experience a new place, feel the hotel comforter that is somehow better and worse than the one you have at home. You can look outside at the roiling grey sky and hear thunder in the distance and know it’s a day for candles, tea, and a good book. You can look into someone’s eyes and find their hopes, their dreams, their emotions. It’s a great life to live. No one sees this world in your way but you. Tell a story. Sing a song. Talk to a friend. Make someone at work smile. Give a gift. Go beyond. There’s so much to do, live, see, smell, taste, experience. Go, do. And when you get back, I’d love to hear all about it.