I feel like I've said this before but for some reason i sued to be able to read and write dirty filthy smut with BDSM and all that shit. when i was like 9. I seriously don't know why I can't do it anymore. It gives me a sinking pit in my stomach and makes me want to throw up. I seriously just don't know why i am like this
I mean i used to be able to engage with the kink community greatly but i just can't anymore??? idk why.
no ones gonna read this anyway but this is just me calling to the void. whatever
i need to get woker. I have this really hard time.writing and creating female characters and i don't know why exactly. It may be because i am ftnb and hily shut theres a cockroach
Yall really love beinng like teans visibilty day and pride month but the second Asexuals want to be involved then it makes you uncomfortable.
It was trans visibility day yesterday and fun fact, im non-bianry. But honestly im getting sick of lciing in this country. Licing at all. Trans visibilty to me is lifting others up and loving yourself but my arms are tired. Im tired. Im tired of fighting. im tired of pushing. And yet i still have to. Im losing hope in what my future will look like as a non binary person. Not to mention half of the trans community had a large problem with not being in the gender roles.
Asexuality is a big part of my life and how i present myself. I try to keep myself wuiet as i know there are more concerning issues but irs hard to when the Lgbtq community ia denying me my own identity. The dam5 still considera asexuality as a mental illness.
And the days are getting shorter and everyday i feel like i just want to well stop waking up. Im so exhausted. And i know these days aee menat for enjoyment and hope. but all i can be reminded of is the fact i live in america. the fact i will never be seen as a non binary person.
I hope somwone understands but i have a hard time believing that they will. i have no community. and it feels like everyday things just get harder. I just don't know how long i have to live anymore.
I write to you with a heavy heart, burdened by need and shame, but my hope in God and in you is great. We are on the verge of the blessed month of Ramadan, and I truly need your support so that I can secure my family's basic needs for this holy month. We need flour, oil, thyme, cheese, gas, and some other essential household items so that I can provide simple meals for my children during Ramadan. My responsibility is immense; I am a mother, and after God, I have no one but my children, and you are my support after Him. Your donation, even if it is small, will make a huge difference in our lives and will help me bring peace to my children's hearts during this holy month. Please stand with me in this difficult time and consider my children as your own. May God reward you abundantly and grant you double the reward in this blessed month. Your sister, Haifa Hamid
Hello everyone, I am Haifa, a mother of three children. My family is beautiful. My house was targeted on 12/10/2023, the first day of the wa
The War Is Almost Over… but Our Struggle to Rebuild Has Just Begun.
Every day here in Gaza feels like a year carved into our chests. The war isn’t like it was in the early days—the sky is quieter, the air carries less smoke, and the nights hold fewer explosions. But the pain… it still lives under the rubble, inside our memories, and in the empty spaces where our loved ones once stood.
I’m writing this today not because the war has completely ended, but because for the first time in a long while, it feels like the horizon is opening a little. A small space where we can breathe, gather ourselves, and try to rebuild what’s left of our lives.
Yet every step forward feels like walking on wounded memories, and every stone from our destroyed home whispers stories we never got to finish.
We lived through nights so heavy we thought morning would never come. We lost things that can never be replaced—homes, dreams, pieces of our hearts.
But we are still here… holding on, trying, fighting to stay standing despite everything.
And in the middle of this long road… there is a house. A house that once carried laughter, warmth, noise, and life.
Today, all that remains is an image holding a memory—and rubble longing for the people who once lived inside.
Today, we are trying to rebuild—not just the walls of a house, but an entire life that was shattered.
We are trying to create a new beginning, to live with dignity again, to give our family a sense of safety that we’ve been missing for so long.
We’re not writing this to mourn what was lost, but to ask for a chance to start again.
We ask for your support because rebuilding after a war is not something one person can do alone—it is a human effort, a shared act of compassion.
We need you.
We need your hearts.
We need your help to stand again.
Every contribution—no matter how small—makes a difference.
It becomes part of our story, part of rebuilding a home, part of reviving a life that nearly faded.
The war may be almost over… but our journey back to life begins now.
My name is Naser AbuThaher. I’m 18 years old, and I live in Gaza.
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Thank you to every soul who still feels our pain, and to everyone who reaches out a hand to help us rise again.
istg if i read another fucking post about how women are inherently good and pure and men are inherently evil and awful im gonna go apeshit.
listen im not saying Men don't participate in the patriachy, but what i am saying is that everyone on earth is clinging to a fucking binary for their lives.
You are inherently using puritan idealogies and its unsurprising that you also need to know if a man is trans or not to "check" if hes "evil"
i have like no.followersz so this is probably gonna blend into the crowd
i.jst.need.to.vent and considering no.one is on rn. Hopefully no one will see it
tw: vent, depressive thoughts, depression, anxiety, body issues, body dysmorphia, jealousy
u don't have to read this. i needed to put this stuff anywhere but my notes app. ill be fine its just 3am and im tired
Im so jealous of people who were pretty in highschool or middleschool. Because it.definitely.must have been hard for.you but still. Im 18 now and i feel like im.not allowed to.be.sad about my beauty or anything. Its not fair that everyone around me is.full.of.love.and joy.and it shows on their face and het.it.must.be true that i.am a bad.person on the inside.so.therefore i.must.be.ugly.onnthe outside.
Im not gonna get married, im your last choice. i am no better than a pig with makeup. I wish i.had.a therapist.rigtn.now but i don't want to try again when everytime i.have been failed..I can't tell anything to anyone because theyll be burdened. Older tumblr users make me feel like shit. I am ways a failure at everything and nothing is ever good enough. I am a fucking failure in everyway. And people keep sayin to be kind to myself but i can't when all i see is tha terribleness that leaks out. Am i no.better than bojack horseman? Everyone is happy around me and everything is okay but i am continually failing to be happy. Masking is getting harder and harder and im terrified that no.one loves me. I try to listen to the love around me but i hear.none. All i hear is "you're, you're so smart" but i am never pretty, im never cute, im never hot or sexy. .
I don't know how long im gonna be alive to.be honest and everyday is a struggle. my.body aches and no.one. believes me.
The only friends i have, I can't talk to
. i.cant burden them with the disgusting body and personality i have.
