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fell in love with this song last night 😌
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changed all my alarms to falling by julee cruise so every morning i can feel like im in twin peaks 😌
#relatable thoughts#fypツ#fypシ゚viral#twin peaks#twinpeaks#alarm clock#alarm#julee cruise#falling#laura palmer#vibes
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isn't it crazy that a woman being gender nonconforming literally just requires her to exist in her own body without making any changes whatsoever. why does the fact that i don't wear makeup and i don't shave and i don't wear a bra have to be some political act. why can't i just fucking exist
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woah 😳
anyway so i feel like the western obsession with romantic love is symptomatic of the absence of community we experience in our socially isolating society,
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yk what i deleted it but imma repost bc idagaf
i think incest is gross 😭😭
and idc if its being "hateful" yall need help ??
#relatable thoughts#i cannot be the only one that thinks this is not morally ok#i refuse to believe im in the wrong for thinking this#yall need therapy#tw: incest#what about the people that have#tw: csa#also if u have to put tw before a ship tag#yk its wrong
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i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because:
i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live
most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person
im not a pissbaby
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just watched a movie called Strange Darling
and wtf
but like
in a good way
10/10 honestly
it really threw me at first, but by the end, i was one w the vision 🙂↕️
#movies#indie movies#willa fitzgerald#kyle gallner#strange darling#jt mollner#relatable thoughts#movie review
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ugh just playing the last of us and watching the show isnt enough 😔
i need to be IN it
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"did you know tha-" I'll have you know I don't know anything
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I am Alaa… Can you hear me?

I am a woman from Palestine Gaza 🇵🇸.
I once had a modest but loving home with my husband, Mohammad, and our four children: Mahmoud, Somaya, Mostafa, and little Sila.



Our house was small, but it held our world — filled with warmth, laughter, and dreams.
Mohammad worked as a tailor, using his hands to stitch dignity into our days, providing just enough for us to live in peace.
But in a single, brutal moment… everything disappeared.
An airstrike hit our neighborhood.
Our home collapsed under the force of the explosion.😭💔
We escaped with nothing — not clothes, not memories, not even the toys my children cherished.
Mohammad’s tailor shop was demolished by Israeli bulldozers, leaving him without work, without tools, without hope.
Now, we live in a torn, fragile tent.



It doesn’t shield us from the cold.
It doesn’t protect my children from hunger or fear.
Rain seeps in. The nights are long and cruel. My children cry themselves to sleep.
I am a mother who cannot provide warmth, food, or safety.
I watch them suffer — I hear their tiny whispers asking when we’ll go home again… and I have no answers.
I am Alaa😓.
I don’t ask for much.
Just a chance to live with dignity again.
Just a moment of mercy.
If you hear me… if you feel my pain…
🌸Please help us🌸🙏.
Even the smallest act of kindness can bring light into our darkness.
Donation link
From a mother with nothing left but a trembling voice… thank you❤️🫂.
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My baby Qais is one of the 290,000 children in Gaza now on the brink of death. He was injured in an earlier bombing that struck our tent, but we had no money for proper treatment. Now, after weeks of hunger, Qais collapsed and was rushed to the hospital—his tiny body shaking from severe malnutrition. I am terrified. The UN says 14,000 babies could die in Gaza in the next 48 hours. Please, I beg you with all the pain in my heart: Donate anything you can to help save Qais. Even one act of kindness could be the difference between life and death.
This is our reality now:
1. There has been a full blockade for over two months—no food, no water, no medicine.
2. Qais is too weak to cry anymore—his voice, like many others, is fading.
3. We were turned away once for not having money—now we are being starved to death in silence.
I am a broken mother in Gaza, watching my child slip away. If I could sell my pain, I would. If kissing your feet or cleaning your shoes would save Qais, I would do it without hesitation. Please—this is not just a plea for help, it is a cry from a dying land. Donate whatever you can. Qais still has a chance—but only if you act now.
PLEASE DONATE HERE
If Qais was your only child, would you leave him to face his fate alone? 😭😭💔
DONATE HERE PLEASE

Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child😔😭
Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #64 )🍉🇵🇸
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Gaza bleeds silently, as grief and pain pervade every corner of this holy land. Medicine is in short supply, and hospitals are severely under-equipped to treat the wounded. Under these harsh conditions, death becomes a daily companion, claiming lives and leaving behind deep wounds in hearts. Gaza remains resilient despite everything it is going through, but it is in dire need of support and assistance to alleviate its suffering. The battle for life there is not just a struggle for survival, but a battle for the life and hope for a better future.
http://Tinyurl.com/29kc6b2k.

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We’re still starving… Please don’t look away.
This is not just a photo. This is Gaza. This is our reality.
The girl in this image is one of thousands of children in Gaza suffering from severe malnutrition. Her fragile body is a silent scream — a reflection of the hunger, fear, and pain that haunt every corner of our lives.
She could be my daughter. She could be yours.
My name is Fayez, a father of three beautiful children. I live in Gaza, under the unrelenting siege and devastation of war.
Every day, we wake up not knowing if we’ll have food — not even bread or clean water.
The fear of bombs has been replaced by a greater fear: starvation.
I am not afraid to die from the airstrikes anymore. But I am terrified to watch my children die slowly from hunger. To hear them cry at night from empty stomachs, and have nothing to give them — that is a pain no parent should ever bear.
Please, I am begging you — if you are reading this, help me feed my children. Help save their lives. Any donation, no matter how small, can mean a meal, a lifeline, a moment of hope.
Please Donate now:👇👇 👇
💔 Don’t look away. Help us survive.
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heres a reminder that mcdonalds supports the continuous bombing of Palestine 🙃
(yes ik this post is old and it was just a haha lil joke but its not quite as funny anymore)

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thanks for the tag !!
1.) my job (negatively 😐)
2.) the x-files/twin peaks
3.) any current show/movies that im watching (final destination/the last of us 🫣)
4.) im not too well versed in politics, but i can def go on about why trump was the worst possible thing for us 🙂👍
5.) persona 5 and why i think it is in fact the best persona game (i havent played the others 🤪😭😂)
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@rubiyajewel @lyss-overcomplicates-everything @arianick @cpapsapphic
I saw this meme going around on twitter and I think it'll be perfect for this account.
List 5 topics you can talk on for an hour without preparing any material.
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To those who don’t know me, my name is Abdelmajid — and this is what remains of my story… ✍️
Every time I try to write, images rush through my mind: The sound of explosions, the cries of children, my mother trying to comfort us while her heart trembles, and my father staring at the sky as if asking it, "Will this night ever end?"
I’m from Gaza 🇵🇸 — a place where survival has become a daily achievement. A land that doesn’t sleep, doesn’t rest, and never truly heals. Our home didn’t survive, and many of my loved ones didn’t either. I am one of the few who made it out from under the rubble… not by strength, but by chance. Still, I chose to speak.
I don’t write to complain or to beg for pity… I write to say: we are still here. We’re still trying. We still believe that goodness hasn’t completely faded, and that somewhere out there are hearts that still care ❤️

If you’ve read this far, you’re one of the rare people who chose to stop, to read, to care. And that alone gives us new hope ✨
If you can help — even with a word or a share — know that it truly makes a difference. And if you choose to donate, you're giving more than money… you're giving life.
Thank you to everyone who still carries Gaza in their heart, Thank you for giving us a moment of your time, Thank you for choosing to be human 🕊️
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