simmiellie

hai • seventeen • creeps be gone !

[ayanedoesntpost]

guys jermajesty is actually fine asf

[takemetoparisbaby]

you're pretty weird for a girl who tried to be normal her whole life

[nicoretta77]

[ayanedoesntpost]

now looking back, i was actually psychotic :]

[whimsylilou]

[ayanedoesntpost]

cut the cameras...deadass.

[kiricumber]

[ayanedoesntpost]

Im unpredictable atp

[ayanedoesntpost]

im such a ugly fucking chud help

[ayanedoesntpost]

i graduate in two months wtf.

[rocknrollangelsblog]

[elvisdelreysblog]

†

[mcf1urries]

[ayanedoesntpost]

it’s becoming a problem help

[anglwinqs4-deactivated20260601]

[the-sleepiest-girl]

[ayanedoesntpost]

i lost her 😪😪

[diariesofthebrunnette]

[ayanedoesntpost]

pls pls pls

[melaniegyllenhaal]

[ayanedoesntpost]

oh we are so back🪽

[mcf1urries]

[saja-55]

Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began. While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza. I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.

  A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

Help Saja Rebuild a Life After Everything Fell Apart

My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no

 A Mother’s Message

To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira. From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.

[madewithsugar]

i just love being alone