Iām an introvert/ambivert to strangers but I really love talking to people
Iām transmasc (maybe nb leaning) but not out to my family because theyāre not accepting
Hobbies: playing guitar, singing, drawing/painting, crocheting, writing poetry
Current music: Muse, Nirvana, Oingo Boingo Hozier, Mustard Service, benches, Amy Winehouse, The Strokes, The Smiths, IDKHOW, MCR, Will Wood and a bunch of random songs from other groups
Probably have ADHD
Any original posts here will mostly be about me being trans/neurodivergent because I canāt share my thoughts about it anywhere else
And Iām open to chatting about shared interests if anyoneās interested :)
Plz don't ignore us. With your support and donations, our message of humanity reaches the world and every kind-hearted soul. Every act of kindness gives our family hope and brings us one step closer to rebuilding our lives. ā¤ļøš
Plz don't ignore us. Your support and donation are our only hope for rebuilding our lives and moving forward. Every act of kindness brings us one step closer to a better future. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts. ā¤ļøš
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My name is Nemer, a Palestinian child from Gaza. I will turn thirteen next September. Beā¦ Nemer Omer needs your support for Save our passion
My grandmother has been urgently admitted to the hospital because I couldn't afford to buy her medication due to the lack of donations.
Friends, I need your support. š
My grandmother urgently needs her medication, which costs ā¬600.
She urgently needs an expensive treatment that we cannot afford. If we cannot buy her medication, she may be forced to undergo emergency surgery, and there is a serious risk to her life.
Please, I love my grandmother and I want her to stay with us. Every donation, no matter how small, brings us closer to our ā¬600 goal and gives her a better chance of getting the treatment she desperately needs.šš
Please don't leave us alone. Your kindness, your donation, or even sharing our campaign could help save her life.šš
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My name is Ahmed, and I am a 24-year-old young man from Gaza.
My family and I are living in extremely difficult humanitarian conditions. My father is unable to work, so I have become the sole provider for my family despite having very limited resources.
What hurts me the most is my sister Sarah's situation. She has a disability and needs ongoing medical treatment, medication, and care. Unfortunately, I can no longer afford to provide her with the basic support she needs. It breaks my heart every day to see her suffering while I am unable to help her.š„¹šš¼
I once dreamed of completing my university education and building a career in my field, but the circumstances forced me to put my dreams aside. Now, my only goal is to provide for my family and do everything I can to care for my sister.
Please, if you are able, help my sister Sarah, even with a small donation. Every contribution, no matter how small, can make a real difference in her life and give my family a little hope.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who supports us or shares our story with others.
Please donate through PayPal. Thank you so much for your kindness and support.
Please try to share our story and speak about our suffering. š„¹š
Over the past few days, I asked for your help to cover Eid expenses and to buy medication for my parents. Yesterday, we experienced a very nearby airstrike that caused significant damage, including damage to our tent.
We are living with fear every moment. Every minute feels uncertain, and the war has never truly ended. The situation continues to worsen, and I could lose my life at any moment.Please do not forget my family and loved ones. Any support you can provide, even to help us repair the damage, would mean so much to us. We urgently need your help.These are some photos showing the damage and the area that was bombed. Please support and help us in any way you can. We need everything.šš
My name is Ayaa from Gaza city, I am Ā a childrenās teacher, 24 years old, living with my parents and siblings. We all used to live a peacefu
You can watch a wider video of the area through this link.Click here
Please try to share our story and speak about our suffering. š„¹š
Hello friends, followers, well-wishers, and everyone else, I bring to your attention, the destitute living conditions of LGBTQ refugees and asylum seekers in Gorom refugee camp in South Sudan. Having been persecuted, rejected and disowned by our parents, cut off by our relatives and friends back in our home countries, we live a life of psychological challenges.
Life in Gorom refugee camp is not so different from the lives we experienced back in our home countries after coming out as gays, lesbians, bisexuals, transgenders, queers, etc. We face persecution from other refugees who don't identify as LGBTQ, homophobic slurs, physical attacks, and discrimination everyday.
Lack of food, clean drinking water, proper medication, decent shelters, sanitary pads, decent clothes, are just some of the many challenges that we face as LGBTQ refugees in Gorom refugee camp. I am kindly requesting you to donate to our fundraiser (link below) to enable us to access the above basic needs.
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Help Abel Bbongo, a Gay Refugee, Heal and Survive
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A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story
My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.
My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.
Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and sheās missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.
We now live in a fragile tent that doesnāt shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my childrenās hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.
Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akramās pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.
I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.
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I am Fatima, a mother of two, displaced from Gaza, now seeking refuge in Al-Maā¦ Thistle Path needs your support for Help Fatima's family in
Subject : collecting money for my father's emergency operation in his head
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I am begging you from the bottom of my heart, please do not scroll past my fatherās suffering.
My father was seriously injured in the head after a nearby bombardment. The injury is severe, and his condition is getting worse. Doctors have told us that he urgently needs surgery as soon as possible to prevent further deterioration and potentially save his life.
We are devastated and completely unable to afford the cost of the operation. The surgery costs $1,200. So far, we have managed to collect $386, but there is still $814 remaining, and we must raise it as quickly as possible before it is too late.
Every moment we wait puts my father at greater risk.
This appeal was originally posted on 30 May 2026, and we are still urgently continuing our effort to gather the remaining amount.
Please, I am pleading with you. If you can donate, no matter how small the amount, you could help save my fatherās life. If you cannot donate, please share this appeal with others. Every share may reach someone who can help.
I cannot bear the thought of losing my father because we could not gather the money for his treatment in time. Watching him suffer while feeling helpless is a pain I cannot describe.
Please, help us give him a chance to survive and recover.
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and itās not to watch the shoppers. See, we canāt actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didnāt exist in my household. Itās normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
āWhat the hell, Iāll take another,ā says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. Heās not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. Heās not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadnāt spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldnāt have spent any. I go home. I donāt own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.Ā
i wrote this while i was working at orlandoās walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (ācast membersā) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even āfaceā characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
I write these words with a broken heart. To everyone who reads this and ignores it, you might skim this post quickly, but my child might not even have two seconds. His body is collapsing from malnutrition and a rash as you read these words.
My children, Qamar and Omar, are completely exhausted. A rash is ravaging their frail bodies, and malnutrition is stealing what little childhood they have left. All I want as a mother is safety for them; treatment to heal their wounds, and milk and food to sustain them. What we are asking for is not a luxury, but their most basic right to survive. Please don't let them wither away before my eyes; donate now.
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