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Sorry my online-ness varies alot from day to day the depression + mood swings are evil and ive been sleeping like 10 hours a night minimum

anexperimentallife

saja-55

Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — 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 —not a child of war.

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. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” 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 — 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 “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — 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. I’m 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 — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no

A Mother’s Message

To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — 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 — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.

I had a bunch of posts by the same person liked and they all disappeared did i just get blocked 🫩🥀

clementine-kesh

not all character interpretations are valid some of you are sexist

clementine-kesh

not all character interpretations are valid some of you are racist

angels-ipod

IF I SEE ONE MORE OC x CHARACTER IN THE “x reader” SECTION IMA TWEAK.

I AM NOT YOUR OC💔💔💔

Guess whos back

I bought some of the movies on dvd so i can watch them again

Cant guarantee I'll post alot tho lol

#xmen fandom

kyberinthevoid

I hate that “chat” now makes people think of chatgpt. no. I’m asking my imaginary greek chorus twitch audience.

willgrahamscock

I miss when you could go into the tags of a fandom and find really cool people making shit purely for the love of it, nowadays you join a fandom and it's essential for your sanity to make 2-3 mutuals who get you and then get the fuck outa there as fast as possible or you’ll develop a deep resentment for it

ogcoolidgepilled

I watched arcanes fandom devolve when it was revealed that the VA was racist it was horrifying

Everything hurts so bad

I got a gnarly cut on my gums n half my face has been swollen it finally went down

elliespectacular

"you wouldn't want that in real life" yeah i know it's called playing pretend, try to keep up

saja-55

Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — 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 —not a child of war.

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. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” 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 — 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 “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — 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. I’m 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 — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no

A Mother’s Message

To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — 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 — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.

bocekcicek

iammclovinn

white boys dont even white boy anymore

My friend in Gambia is suffering, i cant personally donate because of money problems but i want to help so im sharing his gofundme. Donate if you want, share to spread awareness

https://gofund.me/28d5701f8

bungerc0re

ramping up the misandry this week. dni if you think "men" are real

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