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"I am Abdel-Majeed… writing to you from the heart of hunger and bombardment"

Peace be upon you, I never imagined I’d write a plea to the world like this… But today, I have no other choice.

My name is Abdel-Majeed. I’m a father to a baby girl who hasn’t even turned one 👶, and a husband to a patient, broken-hearted wife — she has nothing left but her tears and prayers.

We are now living under a sky raining fire 💥 and on a land with no food and no water 🚫💧. Hunger is eating us alive. The shelling never stops. Even the soup kitchens have closed 🚷 — And the only hope left is in the hearts of the kind and merciful ❤️.

I know the world is tired. I know everyone is struggling. But I am writing to you from deep pain — From the heart of a father with nothing left: No milk 🍼, no bread 🍞, not even a drop of hope.

A bag of flour here costs $600 💸. Can you imagine?

We don’t dream of meat 🥩 or fruit 🍎 — We just want a small piece of bread to silence my baby girl’s cries.

I cry in silence 😢 as I watch her tremble from hunger, while my wife tries to soothe her with the softest voice full of broken tenderness…

But love alone doesn’t feed. And it doesn’t protect us from the bombs 💔.

Please… Don’t scroll past. Even $5 could be the line between life and death.

I’m not asking for the impossible. I just want to keep my family alive. To give my daughter one more day…

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Please share — don’t let this post fade. Let it reach every living heart.

Save a life today. Be the hope we no longer have. ✨

Vetted by @gazavetters

#free gaza #gaza genocide #pls help #pls repost #repost

(this isn’t proofread sorry if theirs any mistakes!!)

Thinking about Rafe who is in love with a girl who listens to the smiths, smells of coffee, wears second-hand clothes and rundown vans, is the type to have attachment issues, and is a picky eater, She’s socially awkward but tries her best, only to fail miserably. She hangs out in the treehouse she recently found. Decorating it with all sorts of cute little stickers, some blankets, and carving her initials in it.

She Always seems to be busy with something, whether she’s running off with friends, finger painting, or feeding the stray animals that come by the old house she lives in at the cut. She plays Adrianna Lenker so loud that the people on the other side of the forest can hear the sweet melodies in the afternoon.

Her favorite hobby is going out into the forest, sitting down on a log, and leaning against another tree behind her, she messily sketches wild animals passing by, most times it looks like shit, and she can’t help but laugh at it. She hasn’t lived at Outer Banks for long, as she’d only moved there a couple of weeks ago on her own. The only real “friends” that came along with her is her two animals, the maincoon cat who’s named Cat, and her large coydog named bud that she rescued from a shelter.

Rafe knows she’s his opposite, he knows that and it makes him drawn to her. Each time he thinks of her, he visibly softens, relaxing into whatever he’s sitting on and his cheeks turn softly red. It’s amazing how different he is when he remotely thinks of her, even more so when Rafe’s around her because the only time Rafe’s been able to spend time with her(or more like a watch from afar) is when she’s at the library picking out a new book about some sort of mythology.

Each time he sees her at the library his stomach nervously churns, scared that she’ll catch on that he’s only at the library for her. Even so, there’s always been lost glances between them, and that alone was enough for him. For now, that is ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

Just, l love this, l love soft rafe and bear!reader<3

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Do you feel like tumblr is dying out? There seems to be a steady decline in the interaction that writers are receiving. So many people keep leaving and it's really upsetting

I don’t feel that tumblr is “dying out” but I certainly feel that people have lost interest in interacting.

There has been a very visible decline in interactions, I notice that my posts aren’t really getting the same level of engagement they were 6 months ago.

I think people are just reading or viewing posts and not bothering to like, comment, or reblog them.

Which is incredibly disheartening

Tumblr writers thrive off of visible engagement!! Likes, comments, and reblogs are huge sources of motivation and quite literally the only thing that let us know if you’ve even seen or read our work! We’re doing this for free!!

It feels like we work on these stories for weeks or months at a time just to plaster them to a wall in an empty room.

If you don’t comment, reblog with a hashtag, or even grace us with a note — we have no clue what you think or if anyone is even getting our work on their dash or in the tags we put on the post… it honestly sucks.