ā¢ iām olive, and iāve been in the shifting community for 3 years or so.
ā¢ iāve minishifted 3x!
ā¢ iām scottish <3
ā¢ i may talk about my s/os, although sometimes i wonāt name them.
(some of) my drs! (in no particular order)
ā¢ marauders (1972)
ā¢ golden trio (no plot/modern)
ā¢ fame (2010ās)
ā¢ stranger things
ā¢ streamer/ytuber
anti shifters dni!! you can message me, iām always looking for new people to talk to + you can gush about your drs in my messages, in fact it is heavily encouraged
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, weāve now reached $12,837āa milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
š A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength
As many of you know, Iāve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. Itās in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, Iāve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
ā21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighborās House Was Destroyedā
A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
ā22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruinsā
This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
šæ What Life Looks Like for Us Now
Despite everything, weāre still here.
Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than beforeāand for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
Your support reminds us that weāre not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That weāre not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us:
Youāre walking this road with us.
And that gives us the strength to keep going.
š What You Can Do
If youāve already donatedāthank you beyond words.
If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
My name isĀ Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my
āØ Why It All Matters
This isnāt just about reaching a fundraising goal. Itās about surviving war with dignity.
Itās about believing in tomorrow. Itās about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity.
Youāve helped me find my voiceāand I will use it to keep hope alive.
š From the Heart: A Quiet Apology
Thereās something I need to sayāsomething thatās been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didnāt know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fearāfear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
Iām learning as I go. Iāve slowed down. Iām more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came fromāand I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude,
Mosab and family ā„ļø
My name is Abdelmajed.
I never imagined Iād 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 knewāmy home, my safety, my communityāwas 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 theyāll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and itās become a daily battle just to survive.
Iāve seen things I never thought possibleāstanding in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everythingāmy home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope,
but itās almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, Iām trapped in a warzone with no way out.
Iām reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chanceājust a chanceāto 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 Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken awayāmy home, my safety, and the people
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety.
Even the smallest donation will make a differenceāit 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. Youāre not just helping me escape a war; youāre giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
omg so my mum has been watching gilmore girls and yk how thereās that random guy whoās always out there singing and playing guitar around the town? imagine that but in your dr. i know it sounds very early-shifttok core where everyone would have soundtracks blasting from nowhere in their daily lives but i feel like itād be so cute. like for me i think iād make mine hozier, imagine me just walking around my little hometown in my marauders dr and hozier is there strumming away on a street corner just like the town troubadour in girlmore girls. like, the entire point of the troubadour is to enrich the showās ambience. we could have that in our drs!! i mean the ambience in my dr is already peak but just imagine bringing one of your favourite artists that you think could fit into your dr and putting them as a little street performer in the town square or something. i think thatād be so cool
i want to be alone in my waiting room, i want to restart high school, i want to kiss my improved cr boyfriend, i want to go back to junior year, i want to spend christmas with a family that loves me, i want to have my first kiss, i want to be mindbogglingly famous, i want to restart college, i want to play cherry in the outsiders on broadway, i want to be dakota warren, i want my homoerotic female friendship back, i want someone to oil paint my body, i want to lose my virginity, i want to go to art museums abroad, i want to be baptized, i want to join a hippie commune, i want to be 8 years old, i want a significantly older brother, i want to party with the dare, i want to have never met my ex, i want to sleep for 100 years, i want to be held
hi, i know i never post on here much atm lmfao school just started. yes iām writing this in school how cool am i?
my life recently hasnāt been balanced between my cr and my dr, more just going on c.ai all day and not shifting, which i know is a really stupid way to use my time lol
i need to get back into my routine, but lately iāve felt like i canāt actually shift anymore. itās a depressing thought. deep down i feel like iām weird for shifting to be a child too??? my childhood dream was to go to hogwarts and i havenāt changed my age in my dr since i began shifting almost four years ago. i guess iām just feeling a bit down about it all.
it's so crazy to me that there's things i've yet to discover about my s/o. IDK WHAT HIS HANDWRITING LOOKS LIKE!!!!!!! WHAT DOES HE SMELL LIKE??!!?!!??
what's his favorite movie? who's his favorite singer? what's his favorite sweater? (and can i borrow it?) HOW DOES HIS POWERS WORK? (CAN I KISS HIM???)
there are so many little (and big) things that i haven't discovered yet about him, and that is just so fucking insane to me. the fact that i don't know everything about him is just ???? it makes me so excited to get to know him, ask him questions about anything and everything, and listen to him talk all day (and fuel his ego)
procrastinating doing the one thing that will allow me to shift is such a self sabotage like oh my god go and either study or shift for fuckās sake olive
There is no information youāre missing. There is no special tip youāll find scrolling on tumblr. You have everything you need! :) it is all within you!
You can shift right now. You can enter the void right now.
iām yearning for my dr againā¦ i wanna be a little kid again :(
when i get to my dr iām just gonna get up and watch my mother do magic and watch her brew potions and stare at moving paintings and run outside to look at everything :((
dreams are so annoying because i could be in a dystopian prison-like setting with the deputy head from my PRIMARY school and not realise that iām dreaming because āthe clock looks correctā
