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Because I haven't made it clear.

Fuck fascists, Fuck Trump, Fuck ICE, Fuck Cops, Fuck Republicans, and finally I'm gonna Fuck Your Mom Tonight 9pm Eastern 8pm Central In The Back Alley Of A Waffle House.

just got a VERY concerning ask from a bigot who, for whatever reason, thought my trans multi-pronoun void of a self would agree with them. so. figured I'd clarify.

#personal #fuck you guys you made me go personal

love livin in the sticks. don't go no where, don't do no thing. i just plant my fat ass down on my porch and put unsalted unseasoned roasted sunflower seeds in my hair so that the birds can come eat off me while i read.

#photography #my photos

my laptop broke a while ago so no video game photos :( but I got a cheap cardboard kaleidoscope for my birthday today and I'm loving the pictures I can take through it :)

#photography #kaleidoscope

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$200 budget? no problem, here is an outfit that costs exactly $200

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Sequel :)

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

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"When the house falls, the voice remains" — A message from Gaza, written by Abdelmajid ✍️

In a time where news is just numbers, and images pass in seconds, there are faces that remain. I am one of them.

My name is Abdelmajid. I don't carry an extraordinary story — I share what has sadly become ordinary in Gaza: Waking up to find no roof above me 🏚️, calling out to my mother and hearing no reply 💔, surviving a certain death… only to face the daily battle to live.

We used to believe war was a moment that would pass. But we’ve learned it may begin… and never end. It doesn’t just take homes — it takes childhood, voices, the faces we love.

Since that day, I no longer have a little world called my room. No key. No quiet corner. What remains? Fragments of memory… and a flicker of hope I carry every time my niece looks at me and asks, "Why did this happen to us?" 👧

I’m not writing for pity, nor for passing sadness. I write because we need a voice — someone to carry our story back into the rhythm of this loud world 🌍

You may not be able to end the war, but you can ease its cruelty on those who survived. You can extend a hand to someone trying to rebuild from rubble 🤝