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Finally sharing all those poems my younger self poured her heart and soul into is oddly freeing. When I was at my lowest mentally all I could do to cope was write down all of the pain and thoughts I felt. Now, I'm better and the biggest step in my recovery has been reclaiming the evidence of my struggle and I've chosen to do this by sharing the words I wrote when I felt alone in hopes even one person reads them and finds they're not alone. Check it out on Wattpad @EmmaRoseFarrell18

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Finally sharing all those poems my younger self poured her heart and soul into is oddly freeing. When I was at my lowest mentally all I could do to cope was write down all of the pain and thoughts I felt. Now, I'm better and the biggest step in my recovery has been reclaiming the evidence of my struggle and I've chosen to do this by sharing the words I wrote when I felt alone in hopes even one person reads them and finds they're not alone. Check it out on Wattpad @EmmaRoseFarrell18

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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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PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE

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why does no one talk abt how painful having a crush is

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who needs drugs when you have sleep deprivation and music?

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Tony and his PPs (forgot to post this one too)

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Regulus (whispering to Remus): Good job on the test today.

Remus (whispering back): Thanks shorty. Why are we whispering?

Regulus (still whispering): I want Sirius to think we're conspiring against him. Please look at him when you reply.

Remus (looking at Sirius): Messing with my boyfriend? Fun .

Regulus (also looking at Sirius): I'm glad you agree.

Sirius, sweating in fear: What are they talking about?

James, who overheard them but doesn't want to ruin their fun: Stabbing

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born to read marauders fanfiction forced to contribute to society

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a moment for young david thewlis as moony

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there's a thin line between being cunty and being a cunt. sirius black is that line.

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May I say Regulus and Sirius?

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i am so ridiculously touch starved that if you tied my shoe on your leg i think id love you forever

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James' praise kink started when regulus was helping him study and every time he got an answer right regulus would say things like "good job baby" "youre so smart" "well done". It's all so innocent to reg until he figures it out. Every time he compliments James his pupils dilate just a bit more, he gets more mumbled and distracted.

He starts doing it purposefully after that. "such a good job jamie" "so good" "such a good boy". James is absolutely dying on the inside.

let's just say it ends with reg edging him until he answers a question correctly

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this is literally me on tumblr.com