Hear me out: fanart of Giyuu as a Winx Club specialist. More specifically designed a bit like Helia.
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Hear me out: fanart of Giyuu as a Winx Club specialist. More specifically designed a bit like Helia.
Oh how I wish I knew how to draw š
āOh I donāt care about politics itās not my problemā
ā¦you are a working class woman of colour, this is *definitely* your problem you ignorant fuck
Winter didnāt end the war. It finished what bombs started.
Flooded tents. Sick bodies. No shelter. Pain is background noise now and weāre still here, freezing.
Iām not asking to be noticed. Iām asking not to be erased. š³ Donate here ā”ļø PayPal ā Verified fundraiser
Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing ā 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 ānot a child of war.
Ā 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. Sheās learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things ā as if she doesnāt see the destruction around her. She doesnāt know the word āloss.ā 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 ā 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 āmama,ā everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls ā 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. Iām not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on ā to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
Ā A Motherās Message
To everyone reading this ā thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation ā 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 ā we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.
man hater in public, lonely lover girl yearning for romance in private šš„
I love being a little nerd about the subjects I study in school!!
ooh cloud over there is a cumulonimbus cloud over there which means thereās going to be heavy rain :]
did you know that byron and shelley were such manwhores they had affairs with men and women which caused them to have a bad reputation in England ^o^
oh your male cousin is 5? that means heās in the 3rd psychosexual stage of having a phallic fixation so he probably has castration anxiety and may have an oedipus complex which is why he might be jealous of his dad around his mum ļ¼ļ¼¾āļ¼¾ļ¼
yes I may be 17 and I havenāt seen the real world yet but that doesnāt mean I canāt feel complex emotions about self-worth and love and already having a decadeās worth of experience in self-hatred qualifies me of being able to express these emotions
something that I find really cute about my friend is that when she revises certain subjects she narrates it as if itās gossip and asks me rhetorical questions (even though we do completely different subjects). Iāve started joining in and we sprinkle in online references and inside jokes and itās just a fun little thing I recommend!!
Nothing makes me feel more hopeless, bleak, deflated, depressed and demotivated to live than when a teacher says āat the end of the day itās you against the worldā like gee thanks for making me feel even lonelier and helpless about my future!!
fanfiction is a rare gem and a solid, living proof that, in a world of tiktok, influencers and content posting, not everything is about money and going viral. art can still be art just for the sake of the artistsā pure love, joy and passion for the art they create. fanfic writers write 100k words and more about the characters they love for free. just because they love these characters and the art of writing so much. art is not dead and the world is still beautiful.
shoutout to fanfiction and fanfic writers
Thank you to all the authors who give me such wonderful treasures I can not take to all the therapy I'm avoiding.
I love rising with the sun in winter and getting to tuck the day goodnight as I bask in the darkness of the dusk as I enter my home
why the fuck have the sizings for clothes on vinted changed.
Iām 3/4 into writing my Levi Ackerman fanfic, and 2 days ago I saw a tiktok about how the world would be post rumbling. in the comments someone said they wondered how the political climate wouldāve changed and the recovery process. long story short I was so locked into the writing process that I COMPLETELY forgot to account for the fact that my story is post-RUMBLING and not post WW2. I basically have to rewrite almost everything.
Iām going to have a drag of my nonexistent cigarette and go snort grounded glass now.
Don't use adverbs. Said is dead. Always show, never tell. Avoid cliches. Never use the word 'very.' Don't use alliteration. Don't use boring descriptors. Use unique words.
For fuck's sake, what can I use? Seriously y'all, I don't know about you, but all the advice on how to write does Jack shit for me other than make it really fucking impossible to tell a story.
Write what you want to. Fuck the rules.
This is fiction you are writing, the universe is ours to bend.
GUYS YOU CAN GET RID OF AI STUFF ON PINTEREST!!!
go to settings and click ārefine your recommendationsā. there should be an option which says GenAI Interests; click it and toggle all the options off.
FREEDOM AT LAST ššš
Pinterest actually needs to leave me alone because what do you mean this pin was taken down?? mind you, 1) itās not my pin so why am I getting a warning 2) the word pussy was CENSORED in the pin. but yeah letās keep having ai slop on the app š§āāļø
the quickest way to make me crash-out is asking me when Iām going to get married because Iām the only one from all my friends to still be SINGLE SINGLE; no situationships, no talking stage, no bfs, no holding hands romantically NO NOTHING. so the sheer audacity for my friends to even SUGGEST Iāll be the first to get married makes me want to jump into a black hole.